Chapter 11
Tuesday
It was strange getting ready for bed in a new place. I didn’t know where to put my toothbrush, didn’t know where I’d put my towel. It was little things, but had we been back in our house, I could’ve found my toothbrush with my eyes closed. How many times had I reached for a towel without looking to see where I’d put it?
New things—or not new things, but arranged differently. We were surrounded by our things, but they had new places. We had a bedroom and a living room. Ann had helped get the furniture and stuff from the flat here.
They were our things but in the wrong place. I would grow used to it, but today, everything was alien—like walking around in a dream.
I wiped my face and my hands and stepped out of the bathroom.
William was staring at a painting hangin
