She searched for the right word. Hostility? No, that wasn’t right. Indifferent? She’d once read that the opposite of love wasn’t hate at all, but indifference. Was that what she felt? It was hard to say.
She listened to him in the shower singing his same old shower song. Skylark, have you anything to say to me? He would hum the rest while he shaved. How many times had she heard this? A thousand? More?
She sat on the bed, ran the fabric through her fingers. The silk trim was much nicer than anything he would have bought for her.