AMELIA POV

I can’t sleep.

The sex we had kept replaying in my head.

Oliver’s words play on repeat. You two look married again.

Married. The word sits like lead in my stomach.

I don’t want to be married again. Don’t want to slip back into being the invisible wife who waited and hoped and slowly disappeared. We could just have mind blowing sex and that’s it.

But that’s not what this is. Is it?

I stare at the ceiling. Day twenty-nine now. Almost a month of this careful ...