“Where were you?” I asked over coffee, keeping my tone light.
“Couldn’t sleep. Went for a drive.”
That night, I pretended to sleep. Around midnight, he slipped out of bed. I grabbed my keys and followed him from a distance. He drove past our old date-night ice cream spot, out past the city, and pulled into a worn-down community center with a flickering sign: HOPE RECOVERY CENTER. He sat in the car for a long minute, then hunched his shoulders and went inside.Continue reading…
