A Face Like Mine

~Raina~

I made pasta because it was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays I made pasta, and Leo expected it. The routine was one of the things I had built into our life—not rigidity, but anchor points, small reliable things that said this is stable, this is ours, and nothing has changed.

I stood at the stove and stirred and listened to Leo in the bathroom running the tap for longer than necessary, which meant