And now, there was only one day left before I left.
That evening, I unusually wanted to sit down and have a proper meal with Tucker.
Just to give this marriage a decent ending.
But the moment I stepped into the living room, I stopped.
I saw Kelsey standing on the balcony, practically pressed against Tucker.
She tilted her face up as she talked to him, her hand naturally hooked around his arm, her body relaxed and unguarded.
Tucker looked down at her, his expression gentle, his voice soft.
That ease—I hadn’t seen it in a long time.
I used to circle around him like that too, like a small bird with no sense of security.
I liked the calm focus in his eyes when he worked. I liked the way he stepped in front of me to chase off drunk men. I even liked how, when I casually said, “That stray cat stuck in the rocks looks so pitiful,” he would immediately pull over, roll up his sleeves, and go save it.
But he rarely responded to my love.
I could say “I like you” twenty times, and he would answer once, “I know.”
I wanted to be close like an ordinary married couple, but he always kept a distance.
In this house, only in bed could I be sure he felt any desire for me.