Avni Doshi’s new novel: A woman’s husband tells her he wants a divorce. She thought they were happy

The cicadas would begin their mating season soon, and it seemed that my husband wanted to begin his own. I could not comprehend that this man who was avoiding me, leaving any room I entered, was my husband. He asked about the girls first, as always, and then my husband, before wanting to hear how my weekend was. I thought about telling him what was happening, what my husband was putting us through, if only to redirect his anger. I ate dinner at the table with the girls, didn’t comment when they wasted their vegetables, and focused on chewing each flavourless mouthful.