But they weren't normal and they likely never would be. What sort of woman kept so many secrets from her husband? If she wanted them to move forward as partners again, she couldn't keep the truth from him. Every moment that she laid next to him in the companionable silence she once cherished, she could feel the weight of her secrets crushing down on her chest. Without the numbness she used to enjoy from her potions or the annoyed detachment she once felt for her husband, she struggled to keep silent.