SHADOW

It was kindly awkward lying down with my husband in bed and doing nothing but stare at the ceiling. He was only in his boxers, while I was in his baggy shirt. I felt suddenly nervous as the room fell into silence.

I couldn’t read his mind anymore, which was a bummer, so I could not find out what he thought unless I asked him. In this case, it was not going to happen.

“Your heartbeat is rising, baby. What’s on your mind?” he finally talked, but he didn’t move.

I had to tell ...