Marcus glares at Sarah as he leaves the apartment, his bag over his shoulder as he heads out. She throws him a haughty look and turns back to me on the couch; they have been arguing over something pointless, and now he is going to work. Apparently, this is normal for them.

We’re huddled together under a warm quilt, drinking hot chocolate; my emotions are calm finally. I haven’t been able to tell her everything, there is too much to tell, too much to explain, and I am still unable to just open up, even to her.

Baby steps.

She knows the basics of the story, how things built up...