The only constant in our marriage is the edge of the cliff we’re hanging on to, killing time until we tire ourselves out and give in to our inevitable collapse.

You tell yourself to someone and they steal your soul. That’s why I don’t talk to anybody.

I throw my arms around her without even thinking first, the way I used to with Daddy when he came home from a trip. “Thank you,” I say into her waist. Her clothes smell so...