Chapter 91

Though it took me most of the day to make the mess, I manage to get the room put back together again in a couple hours. The boxes I stack together along one wall, the bags propped in front of them—I’ll pick up where I left off in the morning. At least now we can walk in the room, and our suitcase isn’t buried beneath a ton of crap, the bed isn’t hidden under armloads of clothes. When I’m finished, I undress slowly, taking my time just in case Dan is on his way back. I pull off my shirt, my jeans, my socks, turn down the sheets and sit on the edge of the bed, waiting…

At some point, I turn off the light and crawl beneath the sheets. I leave the lamp beside the bed on for him. I don’t want to fall asleep without him, I don’t like this. I should have said I was sorry earlier, when he brought me dinner. Why didn’t I say anything? Why did I send him away again?