I Still Love You
‘Do you still love me?’ Joanna’s voice rippled through the silence of the evening. We’d been sitting in our bed, moments from turning our bedside lights off, when her query took the breath from within me. There was no conversation that led up to the question and we hadn’t had a dispute in months. Not only was I floored by her need to even ask, I was confused to what brought it up in the first place. It was just a regular Tuesday evening. I turned to my wife of ten years searching for any...