Just then James called me over to the dining table to eat. I walked there absent-minded, my head full of questions that refused to settle. I sat down, staring at the food but not really tasting it. My eyes found James, and for the first time in weeks I looked at my husband’s face. It dawned on me that the change in him, in the way he touched me, the way he made love to me, hadn’t been in my head. Something had shifted and with how he was so accommodating of my changes too then I should have known.
He was quieter now, his thrusts rougher but emptier,he did hints we never did before and now it’s like his mind was somewhere else while his body was just performing a duty. I chewed slowly, bitterness filling my mouth instead of food.
I watched him eat, wondering how much of the man in front o
