Now, his hand hovers over her shoulder. He doesn’t touch. Touching requires permission he’s no longer sure he has.
Tonight, she’ll be sitting at the kitchen island, scrolling her phone, the cold light carving shadows under her eyes. He’ll say, “How was your day?” and she’ll say, “Fine,” and the word will land between them like a wall. And Charlie will think, I love my wife, and wonder why that sentence feels like an ending instead of a beginning. charlie forde – i love my wife – missax
Because love isn’t the opposite of betrayal. The opposite of betrayal is presence. And Charlie Forde has been absent for years, standing right in front of her. Now, his hand hovers over her shoulder