ANDREA

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I waited until the house went dark and the girl was up in her room before I made the call, because some conversations you don't have where a wife who's started listening at doors can hear you.

I went through the house slow on my way out, the way I do every night.

I passed her door on the way to the stairs. There was a strip of light under it, gold on the floor. She wasn't sleeping. I stood there a second longer than I should have, close enough to hear her moving around in there, ...