KANE

The house felt like a tomb, and I was tired of being the undertaker. The silence between Aria and me had become so dense I could practically lean against it. Every time we shared a room, the air felt like it was being sucked out through the vents. I couldn't take another night of watching her pretend to sleep or seeing her flinch when I reached for the salt. I needed to see a spark of the woman I’d married before the world—or my own family—extinguished it for good.

I told the ...