Olivia Martins

Two weeks later

The silence between Caspian and me had stretched so long, I started to wonder if we’d ever spoken at all.

Caspian and I hadn’t said more than a few strained words in the two weeks since our fight. I didn’t know what was worse, the nights when he didn’t come home or the ones when he did, silent and stiff, taking the couch without a word. Sometimes I woke to find the door still open, like he hadn’t been able to bear being inside at ...