melancholyKaren followed him in her satin bathrobe, worried, radiant. “Nightmare?”
Frank shook his head. “Woke up. Saw you there. Thought I was cheating on my wife.”
“Oh. God, I’m sorry.”
“Nah, don’t, it’s just...” He rubbed his face. “Woke up a little more and I thought, ‘Goddammit, I gotta get back to my kids, they just lost their mother.’”
Karen was silent, her eyes wide and wet.
“I want it to change, Karen, I do, but...”
“This isn’t the first time?”
“No.”
She reached out to touch his face. “Then it’s the first time you’re telling me. So something’s changing.”
