Unknowingly Adam returned home. I held the trashcan in my hand and on my way out, bumped into him.

"Rona?"

He pulled the can from falling, seizing a sight of the shirt inside.

"Is that mine?" He asks, looking up to hear my response.

"Yes, dear?" A quick nod and he placed the can swiftly removing the cloth.

Adams's torn shirt felt a lot suspicious to me, Something is off about it, and if that wasn't enough, my eyes wandered off to see a lady ambling through the front door.

He noticed my attention was divided and he knots his eyes back seeing the same thing I did.

"Alma?", He...