NOAH ♠️
I knew something was different before I opened the front door.
I have been married to Scarlet for eight years, and in that time I have learnt her the way you learn about the house you live in, not consciously, not by study, but by accumulation. The particular quality of her silences. The specific way she holds her body when she is working something out that she has not decided to tell me yet. The temperature of a room she has been alone in for too long.
I stood outside our front door at six-forty PM with flowers in one hand, peonies, her favorite, the ones that cost too much and last too short a time which had always struck me as exactly the kind of flower she would choose, and I knew before I turned the key that the evening was going to require a version of me she didn’t oft
