I wake up just after midnight to pitiful tears down the hall. Rolling over groggily, I mumble to Gray that I’ll be right back.
He doesn’t move, but sleepily asks, “How long do you plan to stay in the US?”
I pause. What? Does he think he is doing a visa interview…?
“Gray, I’m going to check on the baby. I’ll be back in 5 minutes.”
I can’t make out his reply.
He doesn’t remember this in the morning.