I thought our honeymoon would finally belong to only two people. Then Eleanor locked me out of my own suite and slept beside her son. By sunrise, one chair, two wedding rings, and a broken apartment key had forced Tyler to decide whether our marriage had ever truly begun.
The first thing I heard after Eleanor locked the door was the shower turning off.
Water stopped running in the suite next door. A cabinet closed. Tyler coughed once, the way he always did when steam irritated his throat.
Then came his mother’s voice.
Soft. Comforting. Possessive.
Eleanor locked the door.
***
“Everything is fine, sweetheart. Linda decided to use the adjoining room.”
I stood with one hand wrapped around the doorknob.
The lock had clicked from her side less than a minute earlier.
I waited for Tyler to question his mother.
He did not.
The silence that followed lasted long enough for me to turn my wedding ring around my finger three times.
I had been Tyler’s wife for less than 24 hours.
Already, someone else had decided where Tyler’s wife belonged.
Eleanor had arrived at the resort that afternoon wearing oversized sunglasses and pulling two heavy suitcases behind her. She walked into our suite as though the reservation had been made in her name.
Someone else had decided where Tyler’s wife belonged.
“Surprise,” she announced.
Tyler had gone completely still beside me.
I remember watching his smile form slowly, the way people smile at a loose dog they do not want to startle.
“Mom. What are you doing here?”
She kissed his cheek and looked around the room.
Tyler had gone completely still.
“Making sure my only son enjoys his honeymoon. You two have never traveled internationally before.”
“We’re in Florida,” I said.
Eleanor ignored me.
She dropped her bags beside the couch and began inspecting the kitchenette, the balcony locks, and the air-conditioning controls.
Within ten minutes, she had complained about the pillows, called housekeeping for extra towels, and told Tyler the resort looked nicer online.
He followed behind her, apologizing to me with his eyes.
He had been doing that for three years.
Apologizing silently.
When Eleanor used her spare key to enter our apartment without warning, he promised to speak with her.
When she joined us at restaurants after “happening to be nearby,” he asked me to keep the peace.
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