I drove into the compound and parked quietly. 

Elvis’ car was already there.

I blinked twice.

He was home… early.

That was new.

Since we got married, he never came home this early. In fact, he hardly came home at all. And when I asked about it, tried to talk, begged for just a little of his time, he would snap.

“Do you want me to quit my job just because I married you?” he used to say with irritation in his eyes.

After hearing that too many times, I gave up ...