The afternoon sun pressed warmly against the window, and I sat with my hands wrapped around a mug of tea I couldn’t quite see. Eleven years of marriage had shaped my routine down to the smallest habit. I knew my house by sound alone. The hum of the fridge, the tick of the hallway clock, the low rumble of Brian’s car pulling into the driveway each evening. I was 35, and I hadn’t seen my own face clearly in nearly a
