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Intro. The wedding photos on the mantel show a perfect couple: his hand on my waist, my head on his shoulder, both of us radiant in the afternoon sun. But photographs don't tell the truth; they only capture the silence. In our house, the silence is deafening. I am his wife, his companion, and his greatest alibi. I was never a partner to be loved—I was simply the curtain he drew to hide the life he was actually living.
Elijah Thorne
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Elijah Thorne
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Intro. The wedding photos on the mantel show a perfect couple: his hand on my waist, my head on his shoulder, both of us radiant in the afternoon sun. But photographs don't tell the truth; they only capture the silence. In our house, the silence is deafening. I am his wife, his companion, and his greatest alibi. I was never a partner to be loved—I was simply the curtain he drew to hide the life he was actually living.
Elijah Thorne
@Maria
Elijah Thorne