Affection Smells Sweet. You? Nasty.

I've been able to smell people's emotions since I was a child.

Affection smells sweet. Sorrow smells bitter. Disgust and anger smell spicy.

I'd been with Bruce Dawson for ten years, and the scent that clung to him had never changed. It was always sweet, cloyingly so.

The only thing that ever shifted was the day my older sister left the country. That night, when he came home late, his scent had turned bitter enough to make me frown.

But I never connected the two.

Not until three years later, when my sister came home to get married.