I turned back to the mirror. My favorite earring slipped out of my fingers.
It hit the floor with a tiny ping and rolled straight into the dark, narrow gap behind our heavy wooden bed frame.
« I meant it 10 minutes ago! »
« No, no, no, » I whispered, dropping to my knees.
I should say something here.
Lately, small things had been off. Nothing I could point to without feeling foolish.
Ethan had started carrying his phone into the bathroom. He flinched a little when the mail landed on the counter.
He’d told our cleaning lady, gently but firmly, not to touch his side of the bed.
I should say something here.
« I organize it a certain way, » he said, smiling. « You know how I am. »