LENA

I picked up the phone.

I put it in the drawer of the nightstand.

Not for the dramatic reason, not the specific and symbolic act of a woman excising a thing. Because I did not want to look at it. Because the phone was the object the call had come through and the call had come through it in the specific and reasonable language of a man who had chosen the company over everything and I did not want the object in my eyeline while I was sitting with what the language had contained.

I went to the bathroom.

I sat on the floor.

The floor was the specific...