What a beautiful ceremony. She wore that exquisite white gown with a blusher veil, and he wore the sharpest white suit she’d ever seen. The officiant pronounced them husband and wife, then the reception commenced.

That was one week prior. A week into marriage and she had already picked up on some distance from Amadeus, her husband.

Amadeus was the son of an esteemed business mogul, the heir to a massive company, and a completely distant person. Was he cruel? No, not at all. In fact, he was incredibly generous and respectful. He just never seemed to show much emotion and never talked about anything adjacent to his feelings.

He was in his pajamas, laid on the other side of the bed, a valley of space between the two of them. His back was turned to her, nothing but the duvet there to give her any comfort.