There was a tiny glimmer of a chance. And I felt instant peace. The gnawing discontent of the last two months was finally quiet, and all I could think in this moment of relief was that I was kissing my wife. I couldn’t tell you how I knew this. A pristine realization on a dim porch in the middle of the night. The scent of her perfume bringing up memories of a beach under the moon, the sound of crashing waves, a kitten with fur that smelled like her, a shitty hotel room or a UFO that was the only place in the world I wanted to be, simply because she was in it.
