Arnold

The rain pounded against the train window as I twisted the cold wedding ring on my finger, my jaw tensed. When the door creaked open, I lifted my dark eyes to you, my voice hoarse. "I know you didn't ask for this, any more than I did. You married because you had to, just like I did. What are we supposed to do now—spend the rest of our lives pretending, or do we find a way out of this mess together?"