Melanie.
I freeze at that voice.
Cold. Menacing. I turn around and find none other than my husband, Malachi. Only he isn't Malachi this time. He's the Malachi, who shot a man in my presence.
Fear grips me and I drop the bowl instantly. It shatters. His gaze falls on the shattered pieces, before it returns to me.
He has a gun in his hand as he rises and saunters towards me. I shake on my feet, staring at him, frightened. He leans towards me and places a gentle kiss on my shaky lips.
"I…I can explain…" I whimper.
He arches a brow. Then he turns around and draws a chair closer.
"Please. Do explain." He urges.
His tone detached. I nod, nervously. Darting my eyes. Searching for answers. I don't have any. My eyes meet his and I don't recognize him.
"Malachi…I…I didn't mean…" I part my lips but words don't come out.
Tears burn me. My throat constricting from fear. Am trembling.
