We slept in the same bed for ten years without ever touching each other. Everyone else thought our marriage was over, but the truth hurt more. Some wounds can be reopened with just a touch.

For more than fifteen years, Rosa and I slept in the same bed, beneath the same roof, breathing the same air…
but we never touched.

There were no shouting matches.
No public betrayals.
No dramatic scenes.

Just an invisible space between our bodies, as cold as the marble in the cemetery where we buried our dreams.