night working yourself up over this.”
I stood there in the dark for a moment.
I looked at him.
“I’m not.”
“Good,” he said, and went straight to bed.
I stood there in the dark for a moment.
Then I went into the kitchen, opened my laptop, and pulled up our shared accounts, the mortgage folder, the utilities, everything I would need if this was really the end. Somewhere between the savings account and the homeowners insurance, I remembered Christmas at his parents’ house.
I had smiled and assumed she was being old-fashioned.
Elaine had pulled me aside while everyone else was in the living room arguing over a board game. She touched my arm and said, kindly, “I hope that when you’re ready, you’ll give David the chance to make things official. He loves you very much.”
