Six

I took a drag of my cigar as I stared into the distance. It had been a whole week, and Arabella was yet to warm up to me.

I spent most of the day out, putting plans in place to ensure she was safe, and when I got home, she would be holed up in the bedroom.

I wondered if she worried about me. She never asked where I had gone, and whenever I got home, we would eat dinner in silence.

It was torturous laying next to her and not being able to touch her. She would have her back to me all night.

I did try at...