I phone you, but you don’t answer. You are at work, and there is something you want, something on your mind that you want to forget. As the phone rings, you look down at your papers, as if these were important, as if they required your attention, but you are thinking of the unanswered me. I am your husband, but you don’t answer. You are afraid that if you answer, I will know where you are. The court order said “absolutely no contact,” but as long as you don’t answer, I am a free man.