Chapter 120 Walls Of Marble

• My hands shake slightly as I apply the last touches of makeup, carefully concealing the shadows under my eyes. I look polished, put-together—exactly what a Ringleader’s wife should be. But all I can think about is how empty the bed was when I woke this morning.
• Efrem had come back late last night, but he rose before dawn, got ready, and left.
• Still better than the way we live back home… At least he slept beside me.