CHAPTER 11
I walked back to the house, leaving my neighbor dripping with spit. Snow continued to fall like a beautiful secret, mysterious and regal.
In the house, again the silence, the awful silence.
A narrow hallway, our bedroom at the end, the door ajar, a blade of light leaking free and cutting the shadows along the carpet. I followed it with a slow, methodical gait to which I was growing accustomed, and when I’d reached the door, pushed it open the rest of the way.
Jen. Sitting on the foot of our bed. Our bed. Her eyes, red from crying, were ringed with dark circles. With what appeared to be significant effort, she stood up, hands at her sides, her entire body trembling. “I’m sorry, Ben,” she wept. “I’m so sorry …”
I thought I heard something behind me, so I looked back over my s
