reach out in the dark only to find his side of the bed cold and empty.
I’d lie there with my heart hammering against my ribs, wondering if he was having an affair or if our marriage was quietly disintegrating while I slept.
Last Tuesday, the curiosity finally outweighed the fear, and I decided I wasn’t going to let the night pass without an answer.
I waited until I heard the distinct click of the attic latch, a sound so subtle I wouldn’t have noticed it if I wasn’t straining
