Vincenzo Dante Volkov:

The silence between Little Mouse and me was deafening, weighted with all the things I’d done wrong. Every marriage has its storms, but this—this was a hurricane of my own making. She is my goddess, my entire world, and I’d be a fool to let my thoughtless actions tear apart what we have.

I needed to apologize—not just with words but with my soul.

I walked to her room and knocked gently. The sound barely broke the air, but I knew she heard it. She turned ...