Retracing Our Steps

I loosen my tie and throw it somewhere else. To wait two whole months until she gives birth? This is ridiculous. I'll look for my wife; she can get the space she wants under my roof, not elsewhere.

She's heavily pregnant and decides to do something like this? Not Monique; that's how I know it's a joke. Even from seeing a letter written by her, it's unconvincing that it's legit. I laugh to myself, and my heart immediately calms. I put the letter back down and went downstairs while loosening a few buttons on my shirt. “Clark,” I say with a calm smile as I go outside. “Yes, boss?” I invite him inside and close the door behind us.

“Please have a seat.” I point to the living room and follow behind with my hands clasped behind my back. Once he's seated, I sit on the edge of the adjacent sofa and take in his entire facial expression. He's confused and a little bit afraid.