Chapter 11
He parked his sedan in front of his house, taking in the older one-and-a-half-story home. He walked up to the front door, very aware of everything in his neighborhood: the older homes, the growing rain, an old oak tree at the edge of the front yard. The grass was wet and needed mowing. The porch rail, which was deep green and peeling in parts, needed a new coat. Light shone through the slats of the shuttered windows, and he could see Kate, the shadow of her in the kitchen, turning the emptiness of his place into a home. He’d never before realized that something was missing. Kate had been missing from his life.
He opened the door and stepped inside, taking in the shopping bags on the sofa table and the sounds from Kate in the kitchen. She was bent over, pulling something from t
