faintly of sunscreen and hotel soap. The children were asleep. Rosie barely lifted her head. I sat at the kitchen table with tea and a folder.

“How was Denver?” he asked.

“Informative.”

“How was surgery?” I asked.

“Rough. Three major cases. I’m wiped.”

“Which days?”

He froze.

Part 2

I opened the folder and placed one page on the table: a travel record. Nathan continue reading …