I need to breathe 

Kelly

When we got back to the hotel, the space felt thick and suffocated. The kind of tension that clings to your skin and makes every breath harder to take. I couldn’t shake the feeling of something off in the air, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Maybe it was the conversation earlier. I’d had said Adrian  was my husband, blatantly telling everyone when we’d both agreed that our marriage should stay under wraps. Why did I say that? I thought to myself. What was wrong with me? Adrian and I had made it clear, secret or not, that’s how it had to stay....