She woke up Saturday to rain again and the sound of him on the phone.

Not loud — he had moved to the window, his back to the room, his voice low — and she lay still with her eyes open and listened to the tone of it without the words. Something in his voice she hadn't heard before. Quieter than his usual quiet.

She looked at the ceiling.

He said something short and stopped talking and stood at the window for a moment and she closed her eyes so he wouldn't know she was awake.

She heard him sit back down at his desk.

She heard him not do...