APRIL
When we get back to the house, Diablo disappears into his study, closing the door behind him. The sound of it settling into place feels final, like a decision made without me. During the entire drive home, his thoughts were clearly somewhere else.
Words came out of his mouth, polite enough, even gentle, yet attention stayed locked on something I could not see. Trying to read his moods feels like working on a puzzle with half the pieces missing.
Things had been good earlier. Laughter came easily, conversation flowed, and it felt like we were learning the shape of each other.
Then the shift happened without warning. One moment warm and open, the next distant and sealed off. Jekyll and Hyde would look steady compared to this. Coping with that kind of switch drains more energy than
