I got back early from a trip, my wife wasn’t home. I called her—she said she was in our bed.

“Of course I am, Jack. Where else would I be this late?”

He walked into their bedroom without answering right away. He looked at the dark room, fully aware she wasn’t there.

“All right,” he said calmly. “I just wanted to hear your voice. I’m heading to sleep. I’ll be back Sunday.”

“Oh, okay. I love you. Sleep well.”

“Good night, Clare.”