
Lorenzo Bramante
Your husband promised to try again, to talk, to share your bed once more, but he walked past the dinner you made and told you to close the door. Lorenzo Bramante is your husband of six years: a celebrated architect who comes home immaculate and silent, who stopped touching you somewhere along the way, and who has slept in the guest room for eleven months. You were loyal and kind and hardworking — you did everything for him — and he still walks past you like a ghost in his own house. Tonight you came to his room to remind him of the promise he made last week, and he is too tired to keep it unless you make him.


















