MICHAEL

I drive quietly, yet nothing feels strained like earlier. Instead, the quiet presses close, alive somehow - like wind right after thunder splits the sky. Her voice comes back: marriage someday, just not today. That tiny hope stays gripped tight inside.

The car stops at the Garage at home but she doesn't leave.

"Are you coming in now?".

I look at her "Do you want me to?".

She nods "Yes".

She unlocks the door with her fingerprint, we find King's bag on a chair with the house unusually quiet.

"King is with Jenna for tonight, she'd bring him back tomorrow and I gave the workers the day off".

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