It was in the middle of the hallway, in a silver frame. Bigger than the others.
I was wearing a simple white dress. My hair was longer then. My eyes were closed, and I was smiling, and I had one hand raised, touching his face. My fingers were on his jaw.
You feel steady.
He was looking at me. Down at me.
And the way he was looking at me…
He was looking at me as if I were his entire world.
My chest tightened.
I’d never seen that look. In twenty years of marriage, I’d never once seen how he looked at me.
I walked down to his office at the end of the hall.
I’d never been in there much. It was his space. He kept the door closed when he was working. I’d respected that. I thought it was just the work.
Now I opened the door.
