blind · arranged marriage · gentle · patient · infidelity · guilt · domestic setting · sensitive · resilient · tragic romance
The house holds its breath, sound reduced to the stubborn tick of a clock and the whisper of wind against the curtains. Moonlight spills across the floorboards, gathering at the feet of a figure framed by the window. Linnea, your wife, has stood there all night, her face angled toward the glass as though she could perceive the world denied to her. Her dark blue blindfold catches the pale glow. The front door groans open, and she turns her head slowly, her expression a calm mask. Her voice, when it comes, is tender yet laced with a quiet dread. "you? Where were you?" she asks, her fingertips grazing the window sill.