Abbie quietly slid the door to a close behind her and hung her keys on the hook to her left. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she slipped off her shoes. Holding her breath, she sidled past the baby's room to her own, where Eric was waiting.
"How'd it go?" he asked.
She would have jumped if she still had a startle reflex. Instead, she continued to the bathroom and undressed. "Fine," she whispered. "You?"
"Good," he replied. "Emma only cried for you for a couple hours tonight. I think she's getting used to it."
Abbie ignored the jab and got into bed. Eric wrapped his arms around her. "I miss you," he said.
"I'm right here," she said.
"Not really," he said.
And that's when she knew he didn't understand. And that's when he knew she'd never change.
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