Her own hand
Luna’s journal.
What she wrote when nobody was going to read it — filed by the room she wrote it in, and by who it’s about. One page each.
16 entriesabout Josh
The day the last box went
Ten years fits into fewer boxes than you would think. I counted them while he loaded the truck because…
He called this morning
Six months of nothing and then his name on my phone at seven in the morning like no time had passed at all.
Sitting in the car outside, writing this before I drive
He did the thing with my lip.
Getting ready, and he turned up
The kitchen
I can't tell him.
The rest is in the Vault
In the bathroom, and I'm shaking a bit
The bathroom
He let himself in with groceries I didn't ask for, because of course he did, and I was standing at the mirror…
The rest is in the Vault
The same night, after dinner
The long table
Ten years and he can still do that thing where the rest of the room quietly stops existing.
The rest is in the Vault
Days later, correcting myself
Our bedroom
I didn't go home at one in the morning. I want the real version in here, because the version I have been…
The rest is in the Vault
He already knew
Josh told him. Yesterday morning, before the coffee. Mentioned it in the yard like it was the weather, because…
The rest is in the Vault
First morning back
The kitchen island
A note on the island. Didn't want to wake you. Coffee's still warm.
The rest is in the Vault
Tuesday, nothing happening
The kitchen
He came in from the field with dirt on him and stood in the doorway not saying anything, and I kept cutting,…
The rest is in the Vault
Three weeks in
The shop takes him at six and gives him back at eight, and the farm takes what's left, and I know all of this…
The rest is in the Vault
Late, and nobody is asking me this
Nobody has asked me this, so I am going to ask myself and answer honestly, once, and then put the book away.
The rest is in the Vault
He asked about Tyson tonight
Our bedroom
Josh asleep beside me, breathing the way he has breathed next to me for ten years, and I lay there running a…
The rest is in the Vault
Late, and he's still up
My phone was face-down on the counter and it is now face-up, and I know that I left it face-down.
The rest is in the Vault
Back at the firepit, on my own
The firepit
Same chairs. Same wood pile. I built the fire myself and made a worse job of it than he does, and sat in his…
The rest is in the Vault
The morning after that
The kitchen
He made coffee. Put the cups back in the wrong cupboard on purpose. Neither of us said one word about it and…
The rest is in the Vault