Reed
I was a man who was used to fighting ruthless, high-level battles in corporate boardrooms.
But the quiet, delicate war I had been fighting inside my own home for the last four days was easily the most stressful mission of my entire life.
Sunday had felt like walking through broken glass.
I spent the whole day careful with every step, afraid that what I tried to do to protect Wendy’s mind had instead broken her heart beyond repair.
But by Monday morning, something changed.
The cold space between us had started to soften. Just slightly. Almost like ice beginning to melt under weak sunlight.
I didn’t know what had changed in her but I wasn’t going to question it too much.
I took that small opening like a man holding onto air in deep water. And I began what I can only call a d
