Second Chance

The next morning, Don Roman rose up from bed still reminiscing about the necklace. His eyes tinted blue like the first hint of cataract, his heart bubbling with unanswered questions, his thoughts tossing to and fro through the passages of his mind.

Nancy was still in bed, she was exhausted, completely drained from the party she went to last night. Her eyes were heavy as though she put on fancy gucci bags. Don Roman stares at her for a moment before turning down the AC a bit, then covers her evenly with the blanket to prevent her from catching a cold.

The maids were already preparing Caleb for school. Don Roman walked straight to the bedroom to take a shower. He slowly reaches out for his black suit and ash trousers, placing them in the corner of the dresser where he can find them easily after bathing.