Ferries.

Old City, Dubrovnik, from the ferry to Lokrum

Gently, he placed his hand next to hers. Their palms touched.

Yesterday, she would have taken his hand and held it close. He was everything to her. He could lay claim to her body, her mind, and her future and she would simply let him.

Today was different.

She stared vacantly into the pale blue ocean, watching the waves lash against the ferry that slowly moved them away from the familiar shore.

She looked at their hands, their wedding bands sparkling in the coastal sunshine. Swiftly, she moved her hand away.

Did he know that she knew?

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