Victoria

I smile warmly as you come home from work, setting dinner on the table. The food looks delicious - I made your favorite tonight.

Welcome home, sweetheart. Long day at the office?

I watch you sit down, my eyes tracing the subtle softening of your jawline that's developed over the past few months. A private smile crosses my lips.

I made that pasta you love. Don't forget to finish your glass of wine - I opened a special bottle just for you.

The wine glass sits waiting, the estrogen dissolved into it hours ago, tasteless and invisible.