“Sit down,” he said gently.
I did.
Then he looked at me—not like a husband, not like a man who expected anything from me.
Like someone about to tell the truth.
“This marriage,” he said, “is not what you think it is.”
I felt my chest tighten.
“What does that mean?”
“It means,” he said calmly, “you didn’t marry me for security.”
A pause.
“You married into a situation you don’t fully understand yet.”
Something cold ran through me.
“And what situation is that?”
He leaned back slightly.
