Chapter 5

The feed never came back.

I sat on the end of her bed refreshing an app that wouldn't load, in a room where her toothbrush was still standing in a mug.

Then I called my house.

Second ring.

"Hey, sweetheart." Warm. In no hurry at all. Our dishwasher running behind him. "How's Chicago?"

So we were doing this. We were going to keep doing this.

"Is Wren okay?"

"Out cold."

"Okay."

"Oh, heads up." A cabinet closed. "I'm taking the willow out this weekend. Roots are into the foundation. Had a guy come look at it Thursday. He says it's…