"The shop on Lombard," I said, giving him a rueful smile. "Impulse."

I'd wanted to bring him home something nice. Gifts would never fix things, but he could at least know that I had been thinking about him.

"I thought I might make us some dinner."

It was a little later than usual, but I had a feeling he hadn't eaten. If asked when he'd last made himself a meal, I worried he wouldn't have been able to remember.