but chose not to question.
David always checked the mail.
Every single day.
Rain or shine.
Even when he was sick.
Once, a Christmas card arrived from one of Chloe’s college roommates.
The envelope had already been opened.
David said the mail carrier must have damaged it.
I believed him.
Another time, shortly before Chloe left for college, I heard the two of them arguing loudly in the garage.
Chloe was crying.
I distinctly heard her say,
“That’s not fair.”
When I asked David about it, he told me they
