Some nights I take my ring off and put it on the nightstand and look at it. Some nights I put it back on without really deciding to. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what she’s doing either, two states away, probably looking at the exact same ring.

That’s the thing I can’t get past. We’re the same to him. We always were. And he’s lying down the hall right now asking me to bring him his pills.