The first night at the hotel was magical. The waves whispered against the shore, a cool ocean breeze drifted through the balcony doors, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like we were us again. David and I had been married for five years, and while things were never terrible, something always felt\u2026 incomplete.<\/p>\n
I wanted children\u2014a real family\u2014but David always dodged the conversation, laughing off the idea or changing the subject. Still, when he suggested a beachside vacation, I let myself believe it was a sign of hope. Maybe this was his way of reconnecting, of telling me he was ready to move forward with our life together.<\/p>\n
The hotel was stunning, nestled right along the shore with a quaint, old-world charm. Oddly enough, it hadn\u2019t been David\u2019s first choice. <\/p>\n
He had been fixated on another hotel at first but suddenly changed his mind when he stumbled across this one. He had seemed strangely excited about it. Maybe I should have paid attention to that.<\/p>\n
That night, after a perfect dinner under the stars, we fell into bed exhausted from our travels. David drifted off almost instantly, but sometime after midnight, I woke to the sound of movement.<\/p>\n
Still groggy, I turned my head just in time to see David slipping out of bed. He moved carefully, quietly. A soft rustle of fabric. The faint click of the door unlocking. Then, he was gone.<\/p>\n
I sat up, my heart pounding. Where was he going in the middle of the night? I told myself I was overthinking. Maybe he needed some air. Maybe he couldn\u2019t sleep. But when I asked him the next morning, his response sent a chill through me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did you sleep?\u201d I kept my voice light.<\/p>\n
\u201cGreat! Didn\u2019t wake up once.\u201d<\/p>\n
He said it so casually, so effortlessly, as if he truly believed it. I studied his face, looking for a crack in the lie, but all I saw was his usual, easygoing smile.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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