« Everything okay? » I’d asked.
« Yeah. Sorry. Just paperwork, » Sean said.
« Since when does paperwork make you jump? »
He’d laughed, but it hadn’t reached his eyes.
« Since it stopped being interesting, I guess. »
I’d let it go because that’s what you do when you trust someone. You let the small, strange things stay small.
« Everything okay? »
But now, standing in the living room with days to go until our anniversary, I remembered the wedding album.
Sean had packed it into the bottom drawer of his desk shortly after we moved into this house, and I hadn’t touched it since.
It was perfect. I’d pull out the album, pick my favorite photos, enlarge them, and hang them everywhere. He’d walk in from work on our anniversary and see five years of us waiting for him on the walls.
