I nod like I'm not at all unnerved by this new cold side to him. Not cruel like his father. Not warm like the husband who sought me out on quiet nights. Something in between. This Linden has never woven his fingers through mine, never chosen me from a line of weary Gathered girls, never said he loved me in a myriad of coloured lights. We are nothing to each other.
Lauren DeStefanoI had this feeling like the solution to everything would be down there if only I could dig through all those clouds.
Lauren DeStefanoTimes like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in the doorway.
Lauren DeStefanoI always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.
Lauren DeStefano