Adjusting to life as it stood was more difficult than Waverly initially thought. As the week continued to pass by, it wasn’t only the growing sickness that she faced, but also that Sawyer had barely spoken a word to her outside of short one-word sentences when she prompted conversation or in passing.
In the year they had been married, and even prior to that, she had never seen Sawyer as upset with her as he was now. It would’ve been less painful if he ignored her completely—but instead, he still communicated with her in an indifferent manner and somehow, that made it worse.
They sat together at the dining room table, eating dinner. Waverly’s eyes flicked upwards towards where Sawyer sat. He kept quiet and ate his food without making eye contact. Waverly moved the food around on her plate with her fork, scraping the dish hoping to get a reaction. When she didn’t, she set down her utensils.
“Is this how it’s going to be?” she demanded, staring directly at Sawyer.