Lucille

Approaching Roman’s bedchamber, my sense of anticipation was different than it had been in the past. It wasn’t lovemaking that would occupy our night; it was learning more from the secret room. Without knocking, I turned the large knob and pushed the door inward.

The motion was such a simple, menial task, and yet it brought me immense joy. Never in all our years of marriage had Roman and I had the level of comfort with one ...