I shrugged. “Have you spoken to him?” Joseph was Lena’s friend before he became my husband. Lena nodded. “Our calls consist of him crying.” “Do you think he’ll come back?” “Do you want him back?” “I don’t know.” Lena put her hand on my thigh, and I put my hand on top of hers. In another life, she would have been my wife. In this life, I should have pushed her hand away, saved her from me. I let her touch linger.
