Melinda watched him move around, looking for his coat. She tried to think of something to say, and couldn't. Her question a few weeks ago, about whether they were growing apart, came back into her mind. He'd said no, but she wondered if that would have changed if she asked again now. He'd summed it up, really. Their whole lives they'd more or less been on the same page, and now they just...weren't. And Melinda didn't know how to change that. Which fucking sucked.
"It's fallen behind the armchair," she said, voice quiet, then turned and went back into the kitchen.