Dinner had ended hours ago, and now, we were all in our rooms. Scott sat at the edge of the bed with his reading glasses perched low on his nose, tapping lightly on his laptop keys. 

I’d just finished brushing my hair and setting it loose over my shoulders. My nightdress was simple, but I’d chosen it deliberately. Maybe it was foolish, but part of me hoped tonight could be different. He had just returned from a few weeks away. I’d imagined this night repeatedly, ...