Marcus
For the first time in years, I found myself confronting a truth I had spent too long refusing to see. I no longer knew how to reach my own wife.
Somewhere along the way, every door between us had quietly closed. There were no arguments anymore. No disappointment in her eyes. No attempts to make me understand.
There was simply... distance.
And somehow, that frightened me far more than anger ever could.
I leaned back in my office chair and rubbed my temples before looking toward the man seated across from me.
Nate sat with one ankle resting over the opposite knee, a folder lying unopened on the coffee table between us.
"Well?" I finally asked. "Did you find anything?"
He was silent for a moment before shaking his head. "Nothing that explains her recent behavi
