to keep it that way.
Chapter Three: Following My Own Husband
The following morning, Eliam was in a particularly good mood.
He hummed while shaving, asked whether I wanted him to pick up groceries after work, and complained about the weather forecast.
I answered each question calmly.
At breakfast, he checked his phone twice and smiled at something on the screen.
“Good news?” I asked.
“Just a message from a coworker.”
He put the phone away.
I looked down at my plate.
A coworker.
The word followed me through the
