He woke up at three in the morning and went down to the kitchen. The fridge light was the only light. He poured a glass of water and drank it standing at the counter. The clock on the stove said 3:14. Upstairs there was nobody. The chair at the kitchen table where she had always sat was a chair at a kitchen table. He stood a while longer than he needed to because going back up meant going back to the bed he still kept made on only one side. He rinsed the glass and did not go upstairs for another twenty minutes.
