Chapter 28
Alex sat in Evan’s chair, pretending to read one of his fiction books while Etan read one of Anne’s. He couldn’t tell if his husband was making progress on the story or not. Alex hadn’t turned a page in at least half an hour. He kept glancing toward that hidden compartment behind the bookcase.
He was equally tempted to either take the notebook to the wood stove after all or to hand it to Etan and watch him read every word.
The phone rang in the living room, a harsh, churning old-fashioned ring. Alex usually found that a charming feature of the heavy old black phone they’d found in the basement, one that worked during the more frequent power outages. Mobile phones had never gotten much signal at their house even before so many things started to erode.
Tonight the sound of th
