I throw the pasta and salad in my refrigerator. Bending in to move over the vast amount of junk food and movie snacks I went a bit overboard with and push Arry’s favorite bottle of dressing in the door. Counting down the hours to his getting home.

The last thing he texted was he would call when he got to the airport, and I haven’t heard from him since. I know the day after a big fight is usually hectic for him. What with reporters, paparazzi, and media vying for his attention, ...