The first time Mark’s phone rang, I almost ignored it.
I opened my eyes and looked at the clock.
2:14 a.m.
For a second, I just lay there, half awake, staring at the glow from the nightstand. Mark was flat on his back beside me, breathing heavy, dead to the world. My husband could sleep through anything.
I was just settling down to go back to sleep when Mark’s phone went off again.
The first time Mark’s phone rang, I almost ignored it.
I pushed myself up and peered over at his phone.