A Stranger Entered Our Bedroom Every Night Until I Learned Why
I only know that the stranger in the doorway was never the danger.
The danger was the silence that had been living in our marriage long before he arrived, the kind that grows in the space between people who love each other but have stopped saying the difficult things, until one day the space has its own gravity and both of them are orbiting something they can no longer name.
We turned on the light eventually.
