Ewan Giacometti only wants one thing from his illiterate wife: a son. But Athena Moore has been unhappy for three years and is ready to leave her cold husband. When she finally asks for a divorce, Ewan’s cunny ‘best friend’ frames her, driving her out of the city. Now, Ewan is left to confront his true feelings about his wife, whom he had married under mysterious circumstances, especially when she returns from exile a changed woman.
Ewan's question invited a tense and uncomfortable silence in the large room that was Fiona's.
The air felt thick with the weight of unspoken words, and the silence dragged on for more than a full minute, to the surprise of Ewan.
He shifted his weight from his left foot to his right foot, acutely aware of the awkwardness settling in like a dense fog. Noting the bewildered look on Fiona's face, it was obvious to him that she hadn't expected him back so soon.
Her hand, spritzing perfume, remained suspended in the air just around her neck, the scent mingling with the tension between them.
"Fiona, I asked a question. Where are you going?" Ewan pressed again, his tone firm but edged with genuine concern.