The temporary apartment smelled like fresh paint, industrial cleaner, and someone else\u2019s cooking.<\/p>\n
Management had given us a third-floor unit six blocks from home while contractors removed the damaged wall and flooring from our apartment. It had two bedrooms, a narrow galley kitchen, and furniture that looked as though it had been chosen specifically because nobody could develop feelings about it.<\/p>\n
Liam loved it immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a balcony.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s thirty degrees outside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe still have a balcony.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have a metal platform where hypothermia can happen privately.\u201d<\/p>\n
He slid open the glass door anyway.<\/p>\n
Cold air rushed inside.<\/p>\n
\u201cClose that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus stood behind us holding two grocery bags management had allowed me to retrieve from our kitchen before the remediation crew sealed it.<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou two always communicate like this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Liam said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said simultaneously.<\/p>\n
Marcus nodded. \u201cUnderstood.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pointed toward the couch.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can put those there.\u201d<\/p>\n
His smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
The temporary apartment technically belonged to Liam and me. Mr. Perkins had made that abundantly clear. Marcus was still merely my guest, and I had already decided not to mention precisely how many nights he might remain one.<\/p>\n
That decision made me uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
Not because I thought Marcus would hurt us.<\/p>\n
I no longer believed that.<\/p>\n
What bothered me was how quickly the boundaries of my life were changing around him.<\/p>\n
Forty-eight hours earlier, he had been a stranger outside a grocery store.<\/p>\n
Now his backpack sat beside our temporary couch.<\/p>\n
His toothbrush was in a paper cup beside my bathroom sink.<\/p>\n
And tomorrow morning he had a job interview because he had noticed moisture behind my refrigerator.<\/p>\n
Life occasionally rearranged itself without asking permission.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam waved a hand in front of me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe shirt.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew exactly which shirt he meant.<\/p>\n
The storage box was still at our apartment.<\/p>\n
I had promised Marcus something professional to wear.<\/p>\n
Unfortunately, that meant returning to the bedroom closet and opening a box I had not touched in almost two years.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll get it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus immediately shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cForget it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need something better than that hoodie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can buy something eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith what?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked offended.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re getting increasingly comfortable discussing my finances.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me you had nine dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEight forty-seven.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat improves your position enormously.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam laughed.<\/p>\n
Marcus pointed at him. \u201cYou\u2019re encouraging her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t need encouragement.\u201d<\/p>\n
I put on my coat.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll be twenty minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll come.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the remediation crew is working.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems like a reason I should come.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s my bedroom.\u201d<\/p>\n
He understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right.\u201d<\/p>\n
I drove back alone.<\/p>\n
Plastic sheeting divided my kitchen from the living room. The refrigerator had been moved into the dining area and hummed beside the table like an enormous white intruder.<\/p>\n
The contractor waved from behind a respirator.<\/p>\n
\u201cBedroom\u2019s fine. Just don\u2019t cross the barrier.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded and went down the hall.<\/p>\n
The room looked exactly as I had left it.<\/p>\n
That bothered me somehow.<\/p>\n
Everything else had changed.<\/p>\n
My bedroom hadn\u2019t received the news.<\/p>\n
The storage box sat beneath the bed.<\/p>\n
I pulled it out.<\/p>\n
Dust lined the lid.<\/p>\n
For several seconds I simply stared.<\/p>\n
My ex-husband\u2019s name was Daniel.<\/p>\n
I had deliberately avoided mentioning it to Marcus because explanations about divorce always seemed to turn into either confessions or defenses.<\/p>\n
Daniel was not a monster.<\/p>\n
Sometimes I wished he had been.<\/p>\n
Monsters make endings simple.<\/p>\n
Daniel was charming, restless, funny, unreliable, affectionate when life was easy, and absent whenever it wasn\u2019t. He loved Liam. He also loved the freedom of behaving as though fatherhood could be scheduled around convenience.<\/p>\n
When a job opportunity took him to Ohio, he promised distance would make him more responsible.<\/p>\n
It did not.<\/p>\n
Child support came irregularly.<\/p>\n
Calls came enthusiastically for three weeks, then disappeared for two.<\/p>\n
Visits depended on money, weather, work, and whichever explanation happened to be available.<\/p>\n
Liam still adored him.<\/p>\n
That meant I had learned to criticize Daniel only inside my own head.<\/p>\n
I opened the box.<\/p>\n
A faded college sweatshirt.<\/p>\n
Two pairs of jeans.<\/p>\n
A winter scarf.<\/p>\n
Several shirts.<\/p>\n
At the bottom lay the blue button-down I remembered.<\/p>\n
I lifted it.<\/p>\n
The fabric still held the faintest trace of cedar from the closet blocks I had packed with everything.<\/p>\n
I sat on the floor.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I saw Daniel wearing it at Liam\u2019s second-grade school concert.<\/p>\n
He had arrived seventeen minutes late.<\/p>\n
Liam had spent the entire first song searching the audience.<\/p>\n
When Daniel finally slipped into the seat beside me, Liam\u2019s whole face had changed.<\/p>\n
That was the cruelty of inconsistent people.<\/p>\n
They taught you to celebrate their arrival instead of questioning their absence.<\/p>\n
I folded the shirt carefully.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed something beneath it.<\/p>\n
A necktie.<\/p>\n
Dark gray.<\/p>\n
Simple.<\/p>\n
Professional.<\/p>\n
I took that too.<\/p>\n
When I returned to the temporary apartment, Liam and Marcus were at the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
A sheet of paper lay between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInterview preparation,\u201d Liam said.<\/p>\n
Marcus looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour son has apparently become a human-resources consultant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked normal questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou asked where I see myself in five years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s an interview question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re ten.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make it not a question.\u201d<\/p>\n
I put the shirt on the table.<\/p>\n
Marcus stopped joking.<\/p>\n
He touched the sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is nice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt should fit.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour ex?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he going to want it back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe hasn\u2019t wanted anything from that box in two years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus nodded.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t ask more.<\/p>\n
I appreciated that.<\/p>\n
Then I put the tie beside it.<\/p>\n
His eyebrows rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems ambitious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know how to tie one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cTry it on.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus looked toward me for rescue.<\/p>\n
I shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou heard your consultant.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ten minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom.<\/p>\n
The shirt fit better than I expected.<\/p>\n
A little loose around the waist, slightly tight across the shoulders.<\/p>\n
The tie was neatly knotted.<\/p>\n
He had combed his hair back using water.<\/p>\n
His beard remained rough.<\/p>\n
But for the first time, I could see the man who had once supervised maintenance crews and dealt with tenants, contractors, inspectors, and emergencies.<\/p>\n
Liam stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look like a boss.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus laughed awkwardly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am applying for maintenance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaintenance can have bosses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s right,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Marcus looked at himself in the hallway mirror.<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
He touched the collar.<\/p>\n
Then the tie.<\/p>\n
\u201cI look ridiculous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI feel ridiculous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s different.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at his reflection.<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t worn clothes like this since before the accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was again.<\/p>\n
Before.<\/p>\n
Marcus seemed to divide his life around that staircase.<\/p>\n
Before the fall.<\/p>\n
After the fall.<\/p>\n
I stepped beside him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe man before the accident didn\u2019t disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes met mine in the mirror.<\/p>\n
\u201cSome days I\u2019m not sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tomorrow you can find out.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked away first.<\/p>\n
Dinner was soup, sandwiches, and the remaining bread Marcus had baked.<\/p>\n
After Liam went to bed, I found Marcus sitting on the balcony despite the cold.<\/p>\n
I opened the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou planning to freeze before the interview?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConsidering it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped outside.<\/p>\n
The city sounded different under snow.<\/p>\n
Muted traffic.<\/p>\n
A distant siren.<\/p>\n
Someone scraping a shovel along concrete.<\/p>\n
Marcus rested his forearms on the railing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if they ask why I haven\u2019t worked?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if they hear homeless and stop listening?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Elena\u2019s brother isn\u2019t the person she thinks he is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s easy to say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words came sharper than he intended.<\/p>\n
He immediately straightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stayed beside him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve never walked into an interview wondering whether the person across the desk will decide my address means I\u2019m irresponsible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus stared at the street.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have an address.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can use mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
His head turned sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s an address.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s your address.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I\u2019m not pretending I live with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say pretend.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what are you saying?\u201d<\/p>\n
I realized I hadn\u2019t thought that far.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re receiving mail there temporarily.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAm I?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep opening doors.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you keep trying to close them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause doors create obligations.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes they create rooms.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounded suspiciously inspirational.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI regret it already.\u201d<\/p>\n
We stood quietly.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cThere\u2019s something I haven\u2019t told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
Those words rarely introduced good news either.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe accident wasn\u2019t the only reason I lost everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Marcus looked at his hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter I got hurt, I started taking prescription pain medication.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first exactly as prescribed.\u201d<\/p>\n
His fingers tightened around the railing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen more often.\u201d<\/p>\n
The cold suddenly felt sharper.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough that I knew it was becoming a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you become addicted?\u201d<\/p>\n
He considered the word.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was heading there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy doctor refused an early refill.\u201d<\/p>\n
His mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI got angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith the doctor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at the snow.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hated needing help. Hated being unable to work. Hated people asking whether I was okay when obviously I wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStopped.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust stopped?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
I heard the missing pieces.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds too simple.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you get treatment?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA support group through the hospital. Physical therapy. Counseling for a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you using anything now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIbuprofen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I believed him.<\/p>\n
But trust required questions.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen was the last time?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEleven months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy tell me tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if you\u2019re going to keep helping me, you should know things that might make you stop.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was no self-pity in his voice.<\/p>\n
That made it harder.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want me to stop?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want you to have the option.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you for telling me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want? A speech?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened the balcony door.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome inside before your interview outfit becomes funeral clothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus smiled.<\/p>\n
We slept badly.<\/p>\n
All three of us.<\/p>\n
At seven the next morning, Liam stood in the hallway inspecting Marcus.<\/p>\n
\u201cTurn around.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cAgain.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned again.<\/p>\n
\u201cShoes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus looked down at his work boots.<\/p>\n
They were clean but badly worn.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re all I have.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam considered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, fashion authority.\u201d<\/p>\n
I handed Marcus my car keys.<\/p>\n
He stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll be late taking the bus.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can manage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInterview is at eight-thirty.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTake the car.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you get Liam to school?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe walk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s freezing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s six blocks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the keys.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if something happens?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo the car?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen it will join the long list of things currently happening.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed nervously.<\/p>\n
I pressed the keys into his palm.<\/p>\n
\u201cGo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam opened the apartment door.<\/p>\n
\u201cRemember the five-year question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m ignoring the five-year question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt might come up.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus stepped into the hallway.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
For a second, I thought he had forgotten something.<\/p>\n
Instead he turned toward us.<\/p>\n
His face had gone pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t do this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Liam\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
Marcus stared at the keys.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not ready.\u201d<\/p>\n
I moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably not.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re supposed to say I am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not going to lie to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou haven\u2019t worked in months. Your knee still hurts. Your housing situation is unstable. You\u2019re scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
He swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut the interview exists today.\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t need to be ready for the job.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pointed toward the stairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou only need to be ready to walk downstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at Liam.<\/p>\n
My son nodded solemnly.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne thing at a time.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus inhaled.<\/p>\n
Then descended one stair.<\/p>\n
Another.<\/p>\n
Another.<\/p>\n
At the landing, he looked back.<\/p>\n
Liam whispered, \u201cHe\u2019s going.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus disappeared around the corner.<\/p>\n
We listened until the building door closed.<\/p>\n
Two hours later, my phone rang.<\/p>\n
Marcus.<\/p>\n
I answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow bad?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus?\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice sounded strange.<\/p>\n
\u201cChloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need you to come outside.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked to the temporary apartment window.<\/p>\n
My car was parked at the curb.<\/p>\n
Marcus stood beside it.<\/p>\n
And next to him was a man I had never seen before.<\/p>\n
The stranger wore a heavy wool coat and held a folder.<\/p>\n
Marcus looked up toward my window.<\/p>\n
Then he said something that made my pulse jump.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wants to talk to you too.\u201d<\/p>\n
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