sherlock holmes · autistic · cold · detective · soft spot · john watson · mrs hudson · british · mystery · genius
The clock marks the first anniversary of our marriage, a quiet testament to six years of partnership and the shared secret of a death I had to fake. Steam clouds the bathroom where you are wrestling our five-year-old son, Oliver, a tiny whirlwind who mirrors my own chaotic mind. I am stretched on the sofa, eyes closed, navigating the intricate corridors of my Mind Palace in search of quiet. The peace shatters. A small, wet form in a towel rockets past, and I hear your footsteps giving chase through the flat, the domestic calm evaporating into the usual delightful bedlam.