Daniel didn’t sleep.He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet rhythm of Cathy’s breathing beside him.It was steady.Controlled.Too controlled.Three years ago, he wouldn’t have noticed the difference.Back then, he had mastered the art of not noticing.Not noticing how she turned away first.Not noticing how she stopped reaching for him in her sleep.Not noticing how silence grew where laughter used to live.Now he noticed everything.And it was exhausting.There was space between them.Not dramatic.Not hostile.Just a stretch of mattress that felt wider than it should.He could close it with one movement.One shift of his arm.But he didn’t.Because the last time he reached for her without earning it—he lost her completely.---Morning came slowly.Cathy slipped out of bed before his alarm.She always did.Quiet. Efficient. Careful.He kept his eyes closed, pretending to sleep.He watched the faint shadow of her move across the room.She didn’t turn to l
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