I rested my forehead against his.
“You remembered something I’d forgotten.”
Outside, afternoon sunlight spilled through the kitchen window.
Julian’s recovered phone sat forgotten on the counter.
Instead, he absentmindedly held the little green dinosaur while I straightened his crooked paper crown.
Somewhere across town, a group of children would never know that they had not simply given a volunteer a funny nickname.
They had reminded a wife that sometimes the biggest secret the person you love is keeping is simply the quiet good they have been doing when no one was watching.
