cotton one, was gone.
I found it in the hallway closet, wadded up on the floor behind the vacuum cleaner.
I stood there holding it. I didn’t feel angry yet. I felt something closer to what you feel when you come home and realize someone’s been inside while you were gone. That cold little twist in your stomach. Like the house wasn’t quite yours anymore.
But the thing that hurt the most was the mantel.
I walked back into the living room, and I looked up out of habit, the
