FREYA
Days pass and nothing has really changed.
No sign of our enemies at the border and I still use plenty of cologne and scent blockers to drown my scent and that of my baby.
Eli even noticed two nights ago.
He came into the bedroom late, the way he has been coming in late, and I had already drowned the sheets in a fresh layer.
He climbed in beside me and after a long moment he said, dry, into the dark, "You smell like a flower shop on fire, Freya," and I said, "It is a new scarf," and he said nothing more.
He has been sleeping in this bed every night since but he has not reached for me again.
Some nights one of us turns in our sleep and ends up with our face against the other's shoulder or our bodies slightly entangled but neither of us says anything about it in the morning.
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