My husband said a woman’s name in his sleep. “Sondra.” Three nights that week. I lay there counting the cracks in cracks in the ceiling. We’d been 3 4 years….
Three nights that week, he rolled toward the window, his hand twitching against the quilt before his mouth opened to whisper a name that didn’t belong to me. **Sondra.** He …
My husband said a woman’s name in his sleep. “Sondra.” Three nights that week. I lay there counting the cracks in cracks in the ceiling. We’d been 3 4 years…. Read More