a/n: one, I did not reread this but oh well. two, this is about Cate's "new" show disclaimer but there's only vague spoilers as I haven't even finished episode 2. You can still read it and it won't give away too much because I don't go in-depth.
Catherine and I have been married for about ten years now and every day I love her more. However, recently she's been very distant with me and I can't figure out why. She doesn't hold me anymore when it's time to sleep and any time I reach for her she shrugs me off. I assume it has something to do with that book I found her burning about two weeks ago. She questioned our son about it almost relentlessly and seemed shocked, and frankly hurt, about his response to it.
I never did get to read it so I'm not sure what all the fuss is about but I decided to keep my curiosity to myself but I'm reaching a breaking point. If the answer to her coldness is in that book, I need to get my hands on it. Alas, that will be the first issue I tackle after work since I'm about to be late. I hurry out the house, not saying goodbye to Catherine since she's holed up in her office these days. I feel like she's avoiding me but again, I have no idea why.
I arrive at work and sit down, sighing as I look at the stack of folders on my desk. I know this will take me more than a day to get through considering my usual pace. I just suck it up and start, skimming through the manuscripts. While Mrs. Ravenscroft writes the documentaries, I read through film scripts. I've done my time as a writer and decided to open my own company to help upcoming artists. I've actually helped produce a few of my wife's documentaries though it's not typically my area.
I mainly deal with fiction, usually horror or sci-fi which are my favorite to read through but I dabble in a bit of everything. Basically, whatever comes across my desk is up for grabs. Today seems to be filled with romantic comedies which I don't hate, if they're done well and honestly most of these aren't. Either way, I keep sifting through them until a knock disturbs me. I tell them to come in and am met with my secretary Daria who I greet politely before waiting for whatever message she may have.
"I have a package for you" Thank God it's not more folders is all I can think. I reach out my hand for it and thank her, asking if she could bring me back a coffee. I look at the time and see it's almost lunch, I glance back at the stack and see I've finished more than I thought I would. I smile to myself and think I deserve a break so I open up the package, wondering what it could be. I'm always ordering things, but they usually come to the house so I'm confused. I open it to see another envelope with a book in it as well as what looks to be photos?
I turn the book over, reading the summary and I purse my lips feeling intrigued. I assume it's someone sending me a book they want to adapt to film but there's no note with it. Only the photo envelope I keep staring at with curiosity brimming my eyes. I open it up seeing a classic sunrise—at least I think it's a sunrise. I keep flipping through them and start to see photos of a young woman. Then, as I look closer, I realize who this woman is and my eyes widen at the content of the photos. My door opens and I scramble to hide them, swiping them into the desk drawer with my hands.
"Why didn't you knock?" I ask in frustration but underneath it is embarrassment and anxiety, possibly a hint of arousal? "I did... but you didn't answer" then don't come in, I think to myself before closing my eyes. I pinch the bridge of my nose and point for her to set the coffee down. One I hear the door close behind her, I raise my head and take a deep breath. I take the photos back out and shuffle through them, trying to figure out what it is that I'm looking at.
Suddenly it dawns on me and my eyes widen even more than before. I quickly shove the pictures back in the envelope and lean back in my chair. What the hell? My eyes drift back to the book and I debate whether I want to read it. Considering the photos attached, I'm sure seeing it in writing will hurt much more. Still, I did say I wanted to know what all the fuss was about... I scoff and pick it up. Curse my child-like curiosity.
