“She said you didn’t want me asking questions.”
His voice remained calm.
“Laura is gone, Mel.”
“The children are healing.”
“Please don’t reopen wounds because you’re curious.”
Curious.
The word lingered after he carried the laundry upstairs.
I wasn’t curious.
I was worried.
“Laura is gone, Mel.”
***
That night, I tucked Ellie into bed. She clutched her stuffed rabbit beneath her chin.
“Are you mad at me?” she asked.
