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She is not coming down.

My wife is upstairs, Serena Hill. And I am learning that love is not always a shared room. Sometimes it is the willingness to stay in the house, to keep the heat on, to wait for the sound of her footsteps padding to the bathroom at 2 a.m., knowing they will not come down. my wife is upstairs serena hill

I don’t say that to explain where she is. I say it to explain why I am down here, in the dark of the living room, watching the grandfather clock’s pendulum tick away the seconds she no longer marks. I say it because her name—the one she took from me, the one that still sits on our mail—has become a kind of spell. A warning label for the rest of the house. She is not coming down

My wife is upstairs, Serena Hill.