“I will, babe. I’ll be fine. Make sure you take care of yourself too.”
“Listen, give me a minute to park, and I’ll come in and wait with you.”
“Thanks, babe. You don’t have to go to all that trouble.” He smiled, but we’d been living together long enough for me to be able to tell that it was forced.
“No trouble, Wills.”
“There’s not enough time. But thank you.” He squeezed my shoulder. “Be careful driving home, okay, babe? Bye.” He walked to the sliding doors. Once there, he turned for a final look, his mouth once again a grim line. He didn’t smile this time or blow me a kiss, and he didn’t wave, just dipped his head. Then he was through the doors and gone.