Sean came home in a fog, completely thrown off balance. Sophia was still sprawled on the sofa.
"Where have you been, Sean?" she asked.
She glanced at the chaos in the living room and frowned. "Ms. Lynn has already come back. Why hasn't anyone bothered cleaning this up?"
Sean looked at her blankly, his eyes unfocused. Suddenly, he was back on the day I returned from the mountains. Sophia had been sitting exactly like this on our sofa, eating snacks and watching TV. The handmade rug I had carried all the way back had been crushed under snack crumbs.
He remembered how my once-bright, expectant eyes had gone dim in an instant. I said nothing, but just picked up the broom and started cleaning.
Sean suddenly said, "Why did you set the wedding date as July 20 instead of the anniversary of wh
