William

More than half a year has trickled past since Adam last stepped through our door, his departure leaving a palpable void that seemed to echo through the hallways of our once-shared home. Each day that followed felt suspended in a haze, the kind that wraps around you, thick and unyielding. Hazel and I, we became like two actors playing out the final scenes of a play no longer running, with our young son Ethan as the unwitting audience.

The contract that once bound her was dissolved; she ...