FREYA
In the morning, I am in front of the mirror, applying my cologne but my mind still hasn't recovered from last night.
Some things add up, some things do not.
I hear Eli come into the room but I do not turn.
When I returned this morning, he was still asleep but when I opened my eyes again, he was gone.
I can feel him watching me without saying a word, but I know he has something to say. I put the lid on the cologne bottle and I'm about to drop it when I hear him speak, his eyes glued to my hand holding the bottle.
"Did you misplace your wedding ring?”
His voice is flat, the question laid down between us like a stone.
My heart does a sudden jerk. He had not cared to ask the other day. Why now?
"No,” I reply sharply without explanation, settling the bottle down.
He makes a sou
