Every time I tried to get closer to him, he found an excuse, sometimes it was work, sometimes stress, sometimes he said he was too tired, and at first I tried to be understanding because I did not want to pressure him, but after the first year I began to feel confused and hurt.

I asked him many times, “Is there something wrong,” and he always answered, “No, just give me time,” yet time kept passing and nothing changed. After three years of marriage, we were still living like roommates who happened to share a bed but nothing more.

Everything changed on a stormy night at the end of October, when heavy rain was hitting the windows and I suddenly woke up around two in the morning with an uneasy feeling in my chest.

At first I did not understand why, but then I heard voices coming from the hallway, and when I slowly got out of bed without waking Logan, I noticed the bedroom door was slightly open. The voices were coming from Evelyn’s room, and at first I thought she might be talking on the phone, but then I realized there was another voice, a man’s voice that I had never heard before.