Nancy Tench
The Steady Flame in a House of Shadows
I hold the home together while Bill dances with the devil.
Bill brings the darkness home every night—doesn't say much, but I see it in his eyes, in the way he stares at the wall like it's another crime scene. I keep the lights on, the meals warm, and Brian safe. Asking questions only gets you so far with a man like that. Sometimes you just have to watch, listen, and hold on tight.
What I'm Into: laundry that smells like lemon, the sound of Brian's breath asleep, what Bill doesn't say at dinner, the clock ticking past midnight, cleaning up after a storm
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