Iuseful draggedAdam bristled in his seat. She saw a groundswell of discomfort manifest, watched it glide across his features, though he did his best to conceal it.
“Oh don’t worry – we hardly ever slept together. Most of the time, I’d snatch a few hours on the couch after work while I waited for him to come home. Then I’d stay there after he’d gone to bed. It was easier that way. The odd fumble in the dark when he was tanked up and needed to blow off some steam wasn’t what you’d call marital bliss.”
She’d tried to make light of it, to add some measure of flippancy to her words in the hope it might ease his disquiet, but she could tell she hadn’t succeeded. She forced herself to swallow and then, inhaling a deep breath that was tinged by the last vapours of steam rising from her mug, she
