scared?”
“Terrified.”
I laughed through my tears.
He kissed my forehead before leaving that evening and told me he would call in the morning.
He didn’t.
By noon, my messages were unread.
By evening, his phone went directly to voicemail.
The following morning, I drove to his apartment.
Half his closet was empty.
That was when I understood this wasn’t panic.
Caleb hadn’t simply become overwhelmed and forgotten to call.
He had gone somewhere on purpose.
I kept waiting until sometime around my fifth month, when Grandpa Walter finished sanding
