The house was silent when I came back. I expected to hear footsteps or the sound of dishes. Usually, his assistant would be on the phone. But tonight the silence was heavy.I took off my shoes at the door. I was tired down to my bones. The business trip had been exhausting, three days of presentations, negotiations, and smiling until my face ached. All of it to secure a deal that would reflect well on him, on his company, on the carefully constructed image of our marriage.My head was aching. I knew this feeling well as the beginning of one of my episodes. I looked for my medicine in my bag, then paused."Shit," I had forgotten to take my morning dose, but the afternoon dose I usually never miss.I decided to wait until I changed. I wanted to wash off the day and let myself pretend, just for a moment, that this house felt like home.I walked up the stairs. The wood was rare and very costly. All of it was pretty but cold. The hall was full of silver frames. One of them was our wedding
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