It starts on my birthday and a missed call from Carl. I leave the phone unattended on the bureau in the hall for Henry to find, a single emerald LED light blinking in the dark when he gets home, leading the way like a lantern on a dock across the river. I never let him go through my things but some secrets are just meant to be uncovered.
I plan every step in advance like a perfect murder:
the careless placement and turning off the lights, letting the water run
in the shower while listening to his movements from behind the bathroom
door, wrapped up tight in one of his Sonia Rykiel Sirocco towels.
heart implodes at the sound of his key in the lock at 6 PM, he takes
off his shoes and slowly puts down his bag on the floor next to the
bureau. The silence is deafening, I wait breathlessly for him to pick up
the phone and find me unarmed and defenseless but he never does.
Instead he walks past the bathroom in to the kitchen, so close I can
almost hear him smiling.