ZEPHYR
(ONE YEAR LATER)
Lyla grew cold over the months. Something was eating her up, but she wouldn't talk to me. I suspected it was the baby thing. The disappointment of each passing month, of tests that led nowhere. But she never said it out loud.
Our marriage didn't feel like a marriage anymore. It felt like we were roommates… mere strangers sharing a bed, and living under the same roof.
I'd thrown her a surprise for her birthday, something small, just the two of us, Nik, Alex, and her parents. She'd barely smiled the entire evening.
Her eyes lacked their usual spark, her laugh was forced, and she zoned out most of the time. It hurt me that she was being that way... shutting me out.
She no longer curled into me when she slept. She stayed curled into herself.
I tried everything
