My husband forgot to hang up, believing the call had ended — the moment I heard what he truly thought of me, I planned a little surprise he would never forget.
It was hearing my husband complain about the pictures I sent him of our daughter.
“She sends them all day,” Elon said through my phone. “Like I don’t have anything better to do.”
I looked down at Sophie in my arms: three months old, half asleep after her bottle.
That afternoon, I’d sent Elon three pictures: three.
“She sends them all day.”
In one, Sophie had smiled in her sleep.
I thought her father would want to see it.
A woman laughed through the speaker.
I should’ve hung up.
Instead, I stood beside Sophie’s changing table and listened.
***
Ten minutes earlier, I’d called Elon because he’d promised to try to be home by six.
It was after seven.
“What is it, Madeline?” he’d said.
