Your Sea of Clouds Holds No Returning Moon

Three years married, three years of holding it in. All because everything Gerard Gilbert and I ever did had to be put to a vote by his group of friends. Small things like our private life, big things like how often we shared a bed. And Myrtle Pruitt, the woman among his friends, held veto power over all of it. "You promised. No matter what, you'd always give in to me. No lying." Our anniversary trip cut in half because I got dragged back to celebrate her dog's birthday, and I didn't say a word.