Jacob
The room was dark except for the thin line of light under the bathroom door. Lizzie’s breathing settled. Her hair spilled across my chest and onto the pillow.
She looked wrong there.
The thought came before I could stop it.
Wrong.
Not because she was ugly. Not because she was unwelcome. Not because I could put a clean name to it.
She just looked wrong.
Like the room had changed while I had not been paying attention, and I was only now noticing.
Leah had slept in this bed.
For years.
Not every night. Not at the end. But enough that the room still held the fact of her in ways I had never bothered to see.
I had told myself I had not loved Leah.
That was the story.
I had wanted Lizzie. Married Leah. Built a family around the consequence of one night. Done the right thing as
