By Any Standard, Matteo’s penthouse is huge.

That said, it’s not big enough that two people could live in it together and not cross paths with each other. But five days in, that’s what it feels like, because I’ve barely seen him.

It’s starting to feel deliberate. And his absence is so noticeable that by this point I’m actually wondering if he even is coming home. After all, we do sleep in separate rooms. We’re even on two different floors—my guest room is on the first, and ...