Everything feels so utterly wrong.

His tired, tired eyes. The tense physique--everything about Miguel just seems so off. It was as if your husband had changed overnight. A doppelganger playing the role as your lover.

His movements are awfully stiff; as if he hasn't held anyone closely in years. Miguel almost seems attached, always reluctant to leave your side.

"What are you thinking about, mi cariño?" he asks, tugging you closer. He was afraid you'd disappear immediately if he let go.