Chapter 3

Stepping out after gathering myself, I found them already seated at the dining table, sharing a meal amid light chatter and laughter.

He'd slide the choicest bite from his own plate toward hers; she'd pass him cutlery or refill his glass without a word passing between them.

Every glance, every slight gesture spoke of a rhythm long practiced—like a pair still wrapped in the glow of newlywed harmony.

After pouring a glass of water and leaving it on the counter—better out of sight, out of mind—I made my way toward the bedroom.

Pushing the door open, I froze. A tide…