I didn’t feel like a newlywed wife.
I felt like a terrified child.
Adrian stayed several minutes by the window before turning to me.
“Clara,” he asked quietly, “is there anything you should have told me before today?”
I felt my throat close.
There were things I wanted to tell you. Things that had forced me to bury for years.
But I had been warned never to talk about them. My family had taught me that what had happened to me was shameful and that telling the truth would destroy everyone around me.
So I looked down.
Makeup at night
“No,” I whispered.
The next morning, I woke up in the midst of absolute silence.
Adrian’s side of the bed was empty.
At first I thought I had come out. I waited for him to come back, but the minutes turned in hours.
Then the bedroom door opened.
