It was almost midnight and we are just getting onto the highway. Scott is quiet which is becoming his new norm. I buckle my seatbelt and lean my head against the passenger side window closing my eyes. He puts my favorite track on with the volume on low and I drift off, I awaken to him carrying me effortlessly into our apartment, but I pretend to still be sleeping. My arms are wrapped around his neck and my head is nestled into his chest. The faint scent of aftershave still lingers on his skin.

I wonder if this is the last time he’ll ever carry me. He lowers me onto...