My suitcase thudded with each bump down the stairs, echoing in the quiet stairwell. "You could at least pretend to not have an attitude about this every time," Zeke muttered, walking ahead of me. Since Zeke and I got married fresh out of high school, he’d been quick to shut me down. He worked away fortnightly at the mines and was gone more often than not. My work was remote, only requiring a twice-a-year conference that a...