(Nathaniel)
She came to my door, and I didn't understand why. I let her in anyway. Amelia never came to my room unless there was a reason. After two years of marriage, we'd both become used to the distance between us.
I was the reason for most of it. I hadn't asked her to stay away, but I'd never given her much reason to come closer either. She had stopped trying a long time ago. I'd convinced myself that arrangement worked for both of us.
Then tonight she knocked.
I looked at her and knew something was different. She told me she was tired of the way things were between us. She was tired of waiting for me to meet her halfway. If I wouldn't do it, she would.
I didn't know what to say. I was used to knowing what people wanted before they asked me for it. With Amelia, I had nothing. My o
