cousin.”
“I meant alone.”
The question nearly made me laugh. “I’m attending a family wedding, Daniel. I doubt they’ll make me cross the parking lot unescorted.” PlanFamily Trips
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know.”
He put the invitation down and asked, “Have you started seeing someone?”
I imagined Rachel’s shampoo in his shower, her toothbrush by the sink. He wanted to assess my romantic life while sharing his with her.
“No.”
He visibly relaxed. That pleased me less than the question. Daniel wanted Rachel and also wanted me indefinitely waiting in grief, still facing the door he’d left through. He took his coats and departed.
Forty-three minutes later, as I subsequently learned from a timestamp, he reserved a Hawthorne king room for two adults from Friday night through Sunday morning. The next day our joint Visa registered $612.18. At my desk, I stared at the alert before calling
