We worked together for the next hour, falling into an easy rhythm that we hadn’t forgotten while we were apart. There wasn’t any need to say anything. We just knew what had to be done. It had always been that way between us, this knowing, this oneness that I’d missed, too, if I were honest.
I could hear the rest of the family in the other room, laughing at something they were watching on TV. I shook my head as I dried a pan.
“They’re about as subtle as a hammer on a nail, aren’t they?” I offered.
Walt only shrugged and finished his tasks. As he wiped the table, Casey came into the kitchen. He dropped the rag and picked her up, placing her on his hip.
“You ready for bed, sweetie?”
She nodded and yawned before resting her head on his shoulder. The love between them was clear.
He looked
