I typed the name.
Five minutes later came another question.
What time is Lily’s medicine?
That one hurt worse.
He had been home every evening while I measured it.
I answered with the dosage and schedule.
Then I wrote something else.
You keep asking me for information you already live beside every day.
He didn’t respond for nearly an hour.
At 10:23, he asked if he could come to Rachel’s house.
I said yes, with conditions.
Rachel would remain home.
There would be no shouting.
And he was coming to care for the girls, not pressure me into returning.
Brandon arrived carrying two grocery bags and a package of diapers.
The diapers were the wrong size.
He noticed when Rachel looked at them.
“They’re diapers,” he said defensively.
“They’re newborn size,” I replied.
Our daughters had not worn newborn diapers for months.
His face changed.
Not dramatically.
