My five-year-old daughter always bathed with my husband. They would stay in there for more than an hour every night. When I finally asked her what they were doing, she burst into tears and said, “Daddy says I can’t talk about games in the bath.” #4 #85

Mark stepped out first, towel over his shoulder, that same easy smile on his face.

“Sophie’s almost done,” he said casually. “You didn’t need to wait up here.”

I stared at him.

At his face.

At the man I had shared a bed with for years.

And for the first time…

I felt nothing familiar.

Only distance.

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