Where did you get that ring

I’m coming home. We need each other now.

I stood in the hallway of the house he had abandoned and watched him perform grief for a camera.

He rang the bell again.

Then he tried the door.

The lock held.

His face changed.

Only for a second.

The sorrow vanished, replaced by irritation so familiar it almost steadied me.

Then he remembered the camera and lowered continue reading …