Year two of Leander and Liora’s marriage was when Dashiell’s control began to crack.
It started small. Innocent, even.
He began timing his morning coffee to coincide with Liora’s. Just happened to be in the kitchen when she came down in her pajamas, sleep-soft and gorgeous.
“Morning,” she’d say, stifling a yawn.
“Morning. Coffee?”
“Please.”
He’d...