Chapter 100 Lessons In Rebellion

• Dawn creeps through our bedroom windows, painting everything in shades of gray and white. I watch Efrem dress from my place in bed, following the familiar routine of his morning. The careful way he selects his tie, how his fingers work each button. Even wounded, he moves with that fluid grace that first drew my eye.
• But something’s changed. The space between us feels wider somehow, deeper. Like we’re separated by more than just the few feet of carpet between the bed and where he stands at the mirror.
• When did we start feeling so far apart?