He came back to the bedroom the next night. Didn't say anything about the fight, about sleeping in his office, about any of it. Just got ready for bed like normal, set his alarm like normal, got under the covers like normal. Except nothing was normal. He stayed on his side. I stayed on mine. There was maybe two feet of mattress between us but it felt like miles. I lay there staring at the ceiling, hyperaware of every breath he took, every small movement, the careful way he was holding himself apart from me like I was something he might accidentally touch if he wasn't vigilant. The silence was heavy. It pressed down on my chest until breathing felt like work. "Goodnight," he said finally, his voice quiet in the dark. "Goodnight." He didn't reach for me. I didn't reach for him. We just lay there, two people in the same bed who might as well have been in different zip codes. I thought about all the nights before Sophia came back. The way we used to sleep tangle
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