dinner, he asked about my day. I answered normally, even laughing at one of his jokes.
I hated myself for pretending, but I needed time.
After dinner, he took his medication and thanked me for bringing it home.
“You’re always looking after me,” he said, kissing my cheek.
I nearly asked him whether he had been looking after anyone else.
Instead, I washed the dishes.
That night, Eliam fell asleep quickly.
I lay beside him, staring at the ceiling, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing.
I considered checking
