Julian let out a long, ragged sigh, the sound vibrating through the mattress before he shifted his weight further toward the edge of the bed.
I stared at the ceiling, listening to his unusually heavy breathing, wondering when he had started keeping his wrists hidden from me.
The coffee maker gave its final, sputtering hiss, leaving the kitchen in a quiet that felt too large for the house. I sat at the table with my laptop open, the screen glowing against the grey light of the kitchen window. Outside, a cold autumn rain tapped against the glass, matching the dull rhythm of my own thoughts.My fingers hovered over the keyboard before I typed in our shared mobile account password.
Julian had always been casual about passwords, leaving them written on a yellow sticky note inside the pantry cabinet door. He was a man who believed there was nothing in our lives that required a lock or a secret.
The page loaded slowly, the little blue wheel spinning in the center of the screen while I waited.
