And this routine became a clock I set my life with. Where He was gone during the day; gone him while the sun was up. And only appeared when the house turned silent, slipping into the room deep into the night. By now, I didn’t even need to see his face to know what kind of day he’s had, his touch alone could tell me what kind of mood he was in.

Some nights, he comes to me with a restless, uncontrollable energy, when I can feel the tension vibrating through his muscles. When he grabs me his ...