No More Broken Songs

ut our renewed love. Caleb was more attentive than ever, his "King

y curated song, and eve

ments. The house was quiet, a rare moment of peace. I clicked throu

r named "Archives." It

e usual passwords. My birthday. Our annive

d in the date of

lder o

ocuments. It was filled with video files, hundreds of

. And

ed on the most recent one.

leb was on the couch, a glass of whiskey in his han

g the line of his jaw. "The whole 'devoted husband' act.

a cold, cruel sound I

in fairy tales. As long as I play the pri

sip of h

becoming hard. "You're fun, but she's the brand. She's the

rough kiss, and I sla

hoed in the

ch for, had just been demolished. The love story that fueled m

ng against the window, the silence in the h