The tray.

Camille’s departure.

Exactly what I saw.

Nothing more.

Then I returned to work.

The house felt different.

Not warmer, exactly.

Emptier.

Some rooms remained untouched because Sebastian spent much of his time in Seattle.

The engagement gifts disappeared.

The wedding planner stopped calling.

One afternoon, the household manager asked whether I would be interested in training for a supervisory position.