I woke before the alarm.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I forgot about the conversation in the kitchen.<\/p>\n
I lay beneath the blanket, listening to the quiet house and watching the pale light gather around the curtains.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered Dererick sitting across from me.<\/p>\n
I remembered the way he had looked down at the table when I asked about the gloves.<\/p>\n
I remembered him saying he would talk to me about it.<\/p>\n
The promise did not come with an explanation.<\/p>\n
It came with another stretch of waiting.<\/p>\n
I turned toward his side of the bed.<\/p>\n
He was awake, staring at the ceiling.<\/p>\n
\u201cMorning,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He turned his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cMorning.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither of us mentioned the night before.<\/p>\n
We got up and went downstairs.<\/p>\n
He made breakfast while I filled a glass of water.<\/p>\n
The kitchen looked exactly as it had when we left it.<\/p>\n
The dish towel was still folded on the counter.<\/p>\n
The chairs remained tucked under the table.<\/p>\n
The chipped mug was in the cupboard.<\/p>\n
I had begun to think of that mug as a marker between the person I had been before my suspicion and the person I had become afterward.<\/p>\n
I wondered whether I would ever see it without remembering the tea.<\/p>\n
Dererick set two plates on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cToast?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
He put two slices on my plate.<\/p>\n
I thanked him.<\/p>\n
We ate quietly.<\/p>\n
I tried to concentrate on the food, but my mind kept returning to the same question.<\/p>\n
Would he bring up the conversation?<\/p>\n
Would he wait for me to ask again?<\/p>\n
Had I made a mistake by asking at all?<\/p>\n
I could not answer any of those questions.<\/p>\n
Dererick finished eating and wiped his hands with a napkin.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a few things to take care of today,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI might be back a little later than usual.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right.\u201d<\/p>\n
He watched me for a moment.<\/p>\n
I could tell he was deciding whether to say something else.<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Instead, he stood and carried his plate to the sink.<\/p>\n
The opportunity passed.<\/p>\n
I felt a familiar urge to follow him into the kitchen and ask what he had meant by needing time.<\/p>\n
I did not.<\/p>\n
I was trying to learn the difference between giving someone room and abandoning my own need for an answer.<\/p>\n
I was not sure I knew how to do that yet.<\/p>\n
After he left, I sat alone at the table.<\/p>\n
I could have cleaned up immediately.<\/p>\n
Instead, I stayed where I was and let the quiet settle.<\/p>\n
The house felt larger when I was alone in it.<\/p>\n
Every familiar object seemed to hold a memory of how things had been before I began paying attention.<\/p>\n
The chairs reminded me of our breakfasts.<\/p>\n
The counter reminded me of the evenings when Dererick made tea.<\/p>\n
The sink reminded me of the night I poured mine away.<\/p>\n
I did not want to keep turning the house into a record of my fear.<\/p>\n
I stood and cleared the plates.<\/p>\n
I washed them and dried my hands.<\/p>\n
Then I went about the rest of the morning.<\/p>\n
I changed the sheets in the spare room.<\/p>\n
I folded a basket of laundry.<\/p>\n
I answered a message I had left unanswered the day before.<\/p>\n
The tasks did not make my thoughts disappear, but they gave the hours a shape.<\/p>\n
Around midday, I found myself standing in front of the cupboard again.<\/p>\n
I opened it and looked at the chipped mug.<\/p>\n
I did not take it down.<\/p>\n
I did not close the cupboard immediately, either.<\/p>\n
I let myself look at it without imagining what might have happened to the tea.<\/p>\n
The mug was just the mug.<\/p>\n
My fear was real, but the fear itself was not evidence of what Dererick had done.<\/p>\n
I needed to remember that.<\/p>\n
I closed the cupboard and went outside for a little while.<\/p>\n
The air was warmer than it had been in the morning.<\/p>\n
I stood near the doorway and looked at the street.<\/p>\n
A neighbor passed by and lifted a hand in greeting.<\/p>\n
I waved back.<\/p>\n
It was such an ordinary moment that I felt unexpectedly grateful for it.<\/p>\n
For those few seconds, I was not a wife trying to understand her husband's behavior.<\/p>\n
I was simply a person standing outside her home.<\/p>\n
When I went back inside, I made myself lunch.<\/p>\n
I ate at the table and read a few pages of the book I had left unfinished.<\/p>\n
I even found myself following the story for a while.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed how quiet the house had become.<\/p>\n
My thoughts returned, but I did not let them take over immediately.<\/p>\n
I reminded myself that I had asked a question.<\/p>\n
I had not yet received an answer.<\/p>\n
Both things could be true without requiring me to decide what came next that very minute.<\/p>\n
In the afternoon, I put the notebook back in the drawer after reading the three sentences again.<\/p>\n
I did not add anything.<\/p>\n
I was tired of trying to make words do the work of a conversation.<\/p>\n
When Dererick came home, I heard his keys before I saw him.<\/p>\n
He entered the kitchen and placed them in their usual spot.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked tired.<\/p>\n
I wondered whether he had spent any of the day thinking about what I had asked.<\/p>\n
I did not ask him.<\/p>\n
He washed his hands and asked what I had been doing.<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly housework.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProductive day.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMore or less.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
For a moment, we stood across from each other with the counter between us.<\/p>\n
I could have mentioned the conversation.<\/p>\n
I could have asked whether he was ready to talk.<\/p>\n
Instead, I let him put away the things he had brought home.<\/p>\n
I was not trying to protect him from the question anymore.<\/p>\n
I was trying to choose a moment when I could listen without allowing my fear to answer for me.<\/p>\n
We prepared dinner.<\/p>\n
He chopped vegetables while I filled a pot.<\/p>\n
The familiar rhythm returned, but it did not feel quite the same.<\/p>\n
We were both aware of something we had not discussed.<\/p>\n
I could feel it in the pauses.<\/p>\n
I could see it in the way Dererick occasionally looked toward me and then back at what he was doing.<\/p>\n
I wondered whether he felt the same uncertainty I did.<\/p>\n
I wondered whether he was frightened of what I might think.<\/p>\n
I wondered whether he was simply tired.<\/p>\n
I stopped myself there.<\/p>\n
I could not know his thoughts by watching his face.<\/p>\n
I had tried that for days, and it had only made me more confused.<\/p>\n
At dinner, we spoke about ordinary things.<\/p>\n
Afterward, I washed the plates.<\/p>\n
Dererick dried them and put them away.<\/p>\n
When we finished, he remained beside the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven't forgotten what you asked me,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know I said I would talk to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
He lowered his eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need a little more time.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the old fear rise.<\/p>\n
I wanted to ask why.<\/p>\n
I wanted to tell him that time was the one thing I had already given too much of.<\/p>\n
But I also knew that demanding an answer in that moment would not guarantee that I received an honest one.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much time?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
He looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can't give you an exact answer right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
I breathed out slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes it hard for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm not asking because I want to fight with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that, too.\u201d<\/p>\n
I studied his face.<\/p>\n
He sounded sincere.<\/p>\n
I could not use sincerity as proof of anything, but I did not have to reject it simply because I was afraid.<\/p>\n
\u201cI just need to understand what I saw,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
We stood quietly for a moment.<\/p>\n
Then he reached for the dish towel and hung it over the oven handle.<\/p>\n
I watched him do it.<\/p>\n
It was an ordinary gesture, one he had performed countless times.<\/p>\n
This time, I let it remain ordinary.<\/p>\n
When we went upstairs, I felt disappointed that the conversation had not moved further.<\/p>\n
But I also felt different from the woman who had spent the previous nights waiting for him to do something she could interpret.<\/p>\n
I had asked.<\/p>\n
I had made my need clear.<\/p>\n
He had acknowledged it.<\/p>\n
That was not the answer I wanted.<\/p>\n
It was still more than silence.<\/p>\n
I lay down and turned toward the window.<\/p>\n
The house settled around us.<\/p>\n
I did not know what Dererick would tell me.<\/p>\n
I did not know when he would tell me.<\/p>\n
For once, I let myself admit both things without inventing an ending to fill the space.<\/p>\n
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