Chapter 12
NORA
Daniel came out of the bathroom that night rubbing the back of his neck, already halfway to an excuse before I'd even said a word.
"I'm exhausted," he said, sliding under the covers on his side of the bed, not looking at me directly. "Long day. We should just sleep."
"Of course," I said, and I meant it more than he probably realized, relief settling into my chest instead of the bruised suspicion I would have felt eight years ago. The version of me who had married him the first time would have wondered what she'd done wrong, would have laid there running through the day for some flaw, some way she'd failed to be wanted. This version of me just felt grateful I didn't have to pretend to want his hands on me.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand a few minutes later. I was fa
