Chapter 19

• Sophia feels like she's coming apart as time goes on. It's getting harder to add it all to the box in her soul where feelings go to be covered up, ignored, deemed unimportant. It's getting full to bursting.
• She blindly walks through the house and gets to the bedroom on autopilot, finding herself standing in the dark room alone with her briefcase in hand and doesn't know how she got here. It feels like she was getting up from the table only seconds ago. She shakes it off because she's fatigued and throws the case down on the bed, mentally chastising herself for becoming absentminded.
• The room's lit by the full moon, shining in the window as the housekeeper hasn't ventured in to draw the drapes or turn down the bed yet. It feels suddenly incredibly lonely in here, as though she's standing in some dark prison on day one of a life sentence. She stands and stares at the luxurious furnishing and impeccable décor in this shadowy, unreal atmosphere, and it makes her cold inside. Bubbling and rising of conflicting feelings inside that gnaw at her guts, and she turns to stare at the immaculate bed where her husband never sleeps.