caddy.
Phone charger.
Snacks.
Water bottles.
Everything I would need without climbing stairs after surgery.
Caleb knew.
He had helped move the recliner.
I looked down the hallway.
The guest-room door was shut.
“Why is that door closed?”
“Erin…”
My stomach dropped.
I walked toward it.
He followed me.
“Let me explain first.”
I opened the door.
An inflatable mattress covered the floor.
Two suitcases rested against the wall.
A child’s sleeping bag sat beneath the window.
A pink duffel bag occupied my recliner.
My recovery basket was gone.
So
