Silent Torment

He once said, "Honey, your hands are so soft."

"Honey, you smell so good. How come your scent is so different from mine, even though we use the same stuff?"

They'd always used the same body wash, but somehow, Cleo always smelled different—no matter what.

Cleo couldn't fall asleep, her mind aching and restless.

Dominic couldn't sleep either. They both lay there, too stubborn to say a single word to