Mia

I stare at the ceiling, tracing the familiar crack that snakes across it like a fault line in my life. Jake has been distant for weeks now, coming home late, muttering about "work stress," and barely looking at me whenever we're in the same room.

Our conversations feel empty and don’t get me started on the sex, it has become almost nonexistent, and when it does happen, it's quick and mechanical, like he's simply checking another chore off his list instead of making love to his girlfriend.

I keep telling myself it's only temporary. Maybe the promotion he's been working toward is taking a bigger toll on him than...