We were lying in bed, the king-sized mattress a vast ocean between us, each clinging to our side of the bed like a raft. Husband and wife on separate lifeboats. The air was thick with what was unspoken.
He broke the silence. “Sometimes I find you…inaccessible.”
It was an unusual word for him. My shoulders tensed. My ego sprang into a defensive crouch. I …
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