After some time, Isabelle had left. Agatha somehow had managed to make not a single sound. Not even a sigh. She was as quiet as a mice.
Alexis was resting and she truly was. This time she was just not thinking about anything. No restaurant, no overthinking about something and no Angelo.
She was just lying down there, very peacefully resting.
The door opened, "Out," a voice said but she did not bother to open her eyes. She knew who it was the by the voice itself. And her rest was over.
Angelo quietly sat on the chair and continued to look at his wife's who was blatantly ignoring him.
He ran a hand through his hair as he had for a number of times today. What was he supposed to say? Fuck, could he Google this?