Chapter 13
NORA
I closed my eyes and let my breathing go even and slow, the practiced rhythm of pretend sleep I'd perfected over eight years without ever having a reason as good as this one.
Daniel climbed back into bed a few minutes later, quiet, careful not to wake me, which almost would have been sweet if I hadn't just watched exactly what he'd been doing forty feet away. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft, familiar, the kind of small gesture a good husband gives a sleeping wife.
I wanted to scrub the feeling of it off my skin.
I lay there a long time after his breathing slowed into real sleep, giving it extra minutes past when I was sure, because I didn't trust anything about him anymore, not even the sound of his sleep. When I finally sat up, slow and silent, he
