something nice.”
He smiled, but I noticed the way he tugged at the oversized flannel shirt he had been wearing almost constantly lately. He had also started changing clothes behind the bathroom door instead of in our bedroom.
“You know you can change out here,” I teased one morning. “I’ve seen you before.”
“Old habits.”
I thought nothing of it. I was too consumed with my own insecurities to wonder whether Jeffrey might be hiding something too.
The night before our trip, I lay beside him in the dark.
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