~Zion’s POV~

It was somewhere after 9 p.m. when I finished reading the rubbish Robert Jones had sent me through email. My wife was draped in a white towel when I returned to my room. When I walked into the room, she instantly moved to the side of the bed and curled up into a ball, closing her eyes with her hands forming fists. I walked up to her and lifted her off the floor, placing her on top of the bed.

“Maya?” I Called out to her.

Her face was turned away from me, avoiding eye contact. Then, all of a sudden, she jumped out of bed and knelt...