The Distance Between Us
For months, I had felt my husband slipping away.
He came home later and later, always claiming “work ran over” or “the client needed him.” Even when he was next to me, his presence felt hollow — like he was there in body, but somewhere far beyond my reach in spirit.
We had just discovered we were expecting a baby. I thought that would bring us closer again. But the harder I tried to bridge the gap, the wider it grew.
Then came the night everything changed.
