The Enemy I Married

DAPHNE

It was late—closer to 11 p.m. than 10—but sleep was the last thing on my mind. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall as if it would give me answers. The room felt cold despite the heater humming softly in the corner. But I knew it wasn’t the air. It was me. I was empty.

I wrapped my arms around myself, as if I could hold in the pieces of me that were threatening to fall apart. M