Julian sat at the edge of the bed, gently wiping away her tears, not understanding what dream could have made her cry.

“What were you dreaming about?”

His voice was soft, knowing full well she couldn’t answer him right now. It was only in moments like these that they weren’t at each other’s throats, their exchanges void of hostility and bitterness.

He retreated to the bathroom to take a shower. When he returned, he found her no longer lying ...