
The clock on the nightstand read 1:58 a.m. Karan lay rigid under the comforter—eyes wide open in the dark—wife breathing slow and even beside him. She had fallen asleep curled against his side after a gentle goodnight kiss, her hand resting on his chest like always. The room smelled of her vanilla body lotion and the faint trace of the lavender candle she’d lit earlier.
He hadn’t slept. Couldn’t.





















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