APRIL
Edward was buried in work again, his attention glued to glowing screens and piles of documents that looked like they could swallow him whole. Meanwhile, I lay sprawled on our bed, face-down and dramatically flattened like a starfish, flicking through random games on his phone.
When the games got boring (which they did in record time), I switched to the usual celebrity drama—cheating scandals, wardrobe disasters, surprise weddings. Basically, other people's chaos. At least theirs wasn't personal.
Not that I didn't try to get his attention. I'd whined at least three times that I was bored and lonely. But he'd just given me that tired, apologetic smile and said, "I'm sorry, love. I can't leave right now. There are urgent reports... rogue activity, witches spotted near the borders...
