James
I’m at my wits’ end with Charlotte and Michael. They don’t talk, won’t meet. If they see each other, both turn away, finding some excuse to be somewhere else, anywhere else.
She hurt him….
He hurt her….
Everything I’ve worked for these last eighteen months, building this relationship, our Triad, I can see it spiralling away….
Michael has shadows under his eyes. I see his gaze follow her, then slide away as she turns to look at him. When his back is turned she watches him, her soul naked on her face.
At night, I share the bed with Charlotte, arms tightly around my mermaid, but Michael doesn’t join us. He doesn’t sleep in another bedroom, but instead simply stays where he lies, on the couch, not coming to bed. During the day, he disappears for long periods, hours at a time. I’m n
