I didn’t think much of it. I even joked the next morning that he could bring me room service. He grinned but didn’t laugh.
A week went by, then two.
The pillow stayed in the guest room. So did his laptop and his phone. And then he started locking the door at night.
That’s when things got weird.
I asked him why he locked it, and he just shrugged.
“I don’t want the cats jumping in and knocking stuff over while I’m working,” he said, like it was the most reasonable thing in the world.
He wasn’t mean. He still hugged me goodbye every morning, still asked how my day was. But it felt…
performative, as if he were checking boxes. He even started showering in the hallway bathroom instead of ours!
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