I had to hurry. He never left for long. Except today he had to go into the office. For weeks he had been insisting on working from home, but something needed his attention in person. I had sat there on the sofa pretending to be fully engaged in Great Expectations, but instead I was eagerly watching his car pull out of the driveway. Inching forward in my seat as he reached the divide between the sandstone gravel drive and the quiet street we lived on. The quietness no longer seemed to be advantageous. When Emily had been small and David was pushing her down the street on her bike, the lack of people and traffic was perfect. Flash forward twenty years and I wished there was someone pushing their nose into my business. I hated being so isolated.
As he rolled forward with a bump and turned to
