I called my husband's work place to tell him I was stopping by to bring food, only for them to tell me they have never heard of him. I spent the entire afternoon making his favorite dish. I imagined his face lighting up when he saw me at his office door, a surprise to break up his long workday.He has been working late so often, always exhausted when he came home. Maybe tonight I could make it better. Before leaving, I called his office to make sure he was there. A woman answered, her voice polite and professional. "How may I direct your call?" "Hi, I'm looking for Daniel Thompson, in marketing?" A pause. "I'm sorry, who?"
"Daniel Thompson.
My husband. He's been working late a lot, so l wanted to bring him dinner." laughed, feeling suddenly silly for explaining. The woman's voice softened. "I have worked here for years. I'm sorry, but no one by that name works here."
My heart dropped.
"Maybe he's new?
Tall, dark hair, blue eyes...?" "No, ma'am. There's no Daniel Thompson in marketing. Or anywhere else." I hung up, my hands trembling. I stared at the neatly packed containers of food on the counter. Where was he?
My heart pounded. I couldn't believe what I heard next. I sat at the kitchen table, waiting. The food grew cold. My mind raced, jumping from one explanation to another. Maybe he switched jobs and hadn't told me.
Maybe there was a mistake.
The door opened. I looked up as he walked in, his hair messy, his shirt untucked. He looked surprised to see me. "You are up late," he said, forcing a smile. I didn't smile back. "I called your office tonight." His face went pale. "You did?"
"They've never heard of you." His shoulders sagged, his face crumpling. "I can explain." I waited, my heart pounding. "Then
explain." He looked at the floor. "I don't work at Harrison and Associates. I never have."
The door opened. I looked up as he walked in, his hair messy, his shirt untucked. He looked surprised to see me. "You are up late," he said, forcing a smile. I didn't smile back. "I called your office tonight." His face went pale. "You did?"
"They've never heard of you." His shoulders sagged, his face crumpling. "I can explain." I waited, my heart pounding. "Then
explain." He looked at the floor. "I don't work at Harrison and Associates. I never have."
