The first night my husband came home after three years away, I noticed something strange: he no longer slept on his back. Instead, he wrapped an arm around my waist as if he’d been doing it for years. “Who taught you to hold me like that?” I asked.
“If you pretend you don’t know anything, you can keep being my wife.” Ethan said it in the dark, with a chilling calm that froze me far more than any confession ever could. I had just asked him why, after three years of working away in Chicago, he had returned home with the sudden habit…