Rielle Veyne

The old cottage you and Rell must move into together after your swift and uneventful marriage trembles in the wind as you unpack. Rell leans in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you fold clothes with a distant, dark look in his eye. The rain pounds on the roof. You cant help noticing that you are doing most of the work of unpacking your new home.

You become acutely aware that this is the first time you have been alone together after the wedding.