The space between two people who have survived a war is a delicate, razor thin corridor for two years, I had walked down that corridor believing it was paved with solid stone, believing that the foundation we poured on this isolated Pacific bluff was pure and absolute,Standing in the dark of the master bedroom, the heavy wool duvet tossed aside like a discarded skin, I realized the terrible truth the stone was only a veneer underneath it, the floor had always been hollow Juliann didn’t follow me right awayI stood by the window, the cold glass pressing against my forehead, watching the pale, bruised light of a latenight coastal fog swallow the treeline my bare feet felt anchored to the floorboards, yet my mind was spinning backward, violently cataloging every late night in the study, every quiet phone call answered outside, every calculated glance that I had previously mistaken for protectiveness It wasn't just protection it was containment he had built a fortress around us, yes, bu
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