“I feel alone.”

“Hmm?” I grunted, not bothering to look up from my phone. Some new app held my attention.

She sighed. I continued letting my eyes and mind roll across the screen soaking in information that I might not even remember in a few hours.

She stood and walked into the kitchen turning off the overhead light while she left, leaving me in a virtual black hole.

I didn’t even notice.

My wife stood in the kitchen with the refrigerator door open, digging aroun. . .