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turned off the lights. I waited in the bedroom for him to come and lay down beside me. But finally I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. I didn't hear him creep in and turn off the bedside lamp. I didn't feel his weight in bed beside me.
    When I woke the next morning, he'd already gone to the workshop.
     
     

 
    CHAPTER TWO: Mads
    Make It Up to Her
    She was right.
    Of course she was. Sometimes I told myself I couldn't expect Laney to carry the burden on her own. Other times I took for granted how strong she seemed. I'd seen how she handled Liv and Freya—even on the worst of days she was capable of doing it all without me. And maybe that was the worst of it. I knew she'd be fine without me.
    All of this was coursing through my mind as I crossed the bridge to the city. A wispy layer of clouds blurred the sky. Though it was still early, heat rose from the pavement and through the soles of my shoes. It looked to be another one of those sticky summer days that Laney always called "dog days.” I was already sweating even though I tried not to walk too fast. The first week of July...just a week until my wedding anniversary and Laney and I were fighting. My wife...even at our low points I was still so happy I could call her that, that she'd chosen me...my wife... even if, right now, she wasn't very pleased with me. I would have to figure out a way to make it up to her. I needed to unravel whatever was going on inside of her. I missed my wife who would reach for my hand and lace her fingers with mine over dinner. I missed how she'd lower her eyes...those coppery-brown eyes of hers that sometimes mystified me...and slowly, slowly lick her lips and curve them into a smile that promised so many things. I missed how she'd call me into the bedroom and I'd find her naked and waiting, tempting me to be late for meeting Anton and Adam for a beer or going to the gym. And she always won out...I could never resist her pull on me.
    I loved Laney. It was that simple. I needed to tell her that. I left without even touching her or kissing her. I never did that... I stopped in my tracks. I was halfway across the bridge. I could go back. I could tell her I was sorry about last night. I’d fallen asleep while reading to Liv. We barely made it through Hvad Betyder Ræven? When I woke, it was already six in the morning and the sunlight streaming in the window made the room feel like an oven, even with the ceiling fan whirring above us. But Liv still slept peacefully, her thumb planted firmly in her mouth. And Freya...my littlest angel...was cooing in her sleep. I'd stood over her, watching the slow, even breaths she took as her chubby fingers twitched. Whatever Laney and I were going through, we would figure it out. We had to. I didn't want to lose my family. I didn't want to lose my wife. I didn't want to lose her.
    I turned around and started heading back to our building. I still had enough time to go back and make things right and get to the workshop in time for the design meeting Anton had scheduled. He'd quit teaching last year and joined us after three years of hanging around and helping us build a fair share of cabinets and shelving units. And though he wasn't always a deft hand at carpentry, he made up for it with his expertise at organization. He ran the office, he made sure invoices were paid on time, and he was often the first point of contact. I was back on Sortedam Dossering when my phone vibrated. I pulled it out of the back pocket of my jeans. It was a text from my cousin Henrik, reminding me we needed to check in on farmor . Then another text came, this one from Anton—our first client was early. Shit... I was only two blocks from the apartment. I wanted to sprint home, even if I only got five minutes with Laney. But there wasn't time.
    I'd make it up to her later.
     
    I wasn't sure which of the guys had recommended Benny to us, but she was a distraction. Every year we took in a couple of interns from Designskole to help them