Joshua sensed something was off, a scent rapidly fermenting in the air.
:"Avery, where are you? I'll come find you," he said gently. This was not the time to frighten her; she couldn't handle more stress. If she were to remember everything, cold sweat started to drip down Joshua's back. Her voice from that day still echoed in his ears; she spoke of hate, of never forgiving. Just thinking about it terrified him, leading to countless nightmares.
:"No need. I'm just taking a walk. I'll find a car to go back in a bit," Avery uttered bitterly. He was like the dazzling "H" on top of the building, while she was just a commoner lost in the shadows. Today, she listened to colleagues marvel at his various exploits, almost myth-like. But is such a person truly her husband?
