I kissed my wife goodbye and watched her drive off to work

person I shared my life with, was looking at me like I was a stranger.

Back home, the house felt different.

It was no longer a sanctuary, but a stage for a play I didn’t understand.

I couldn’t let it go.

I knew what I saw.

I started to think about the little things, the small inconsistencies I’d brushed aside over the past few weeks.

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