The confrontation happened when he returned from work.
I heard his key scraping in the lock. A sound I normally associated with two half's of a whole being returned to each other was now an unwelcome one.
I always wait for him by the door when he comes home, and he always expects me there. A ritual I thought nothing of until it was taken away from me. Today I am in the sitting room when he finds me, his laptop in front of me.
"You alright?" X's voice is thin, there's a hint of panic
I finally look at him, my eyes red from crying. No, I'm not alright.
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to be continued..
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