I laid awake, waiting for my husband to return after dropping our daughter off for her first year of college. I had expected his return hours before this. My imagination was on high alert. Had he been in a car accident?
Then I heard the car pull into the driveway. I waited, just in case I was mistaken. I was still angry from our earlier argument. I had nothing to say to him. But I still wanted him to return safe and unharmed.
The front door opened and shut again. I recognized his familiar gait. I heard his heavy steps come along the hall toward our bedroom. My husband favored one leg and this caused him to limp. The bedroom door opened and he entered quietly. I feigned sleep. I felt his weight sink the mattress on one side. He didn’t speak.
A moment later, he left the bed and walked into our master bathroom. The door shut. The light came on and I heard him start the water for a bath. Then, nothing.
The water and light were still on.
If he had fallen I would have heard it.
Not even the sound of him in the shower.
I left the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom door.
I opened it.
No one was in there. No one was in the shower. There are no windows. The water was running and the light was on.
Then I heard his car pull into the driveway.
I heard him open the front door.
I heard his familiar limp along the hall.
My husband opened the bedroom door. “You still awake?” he said when he saw me.
This is a true story that happened to someone I love. I was living in this house with them when it happened and had many of my own experiences. But this one topped them all.
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