~Arlo Frantz~

It was past midnight.

I could not bring myself to walk back inside our room after that night, and by ‘our’ I mean the place where I share with Kerri.

Our marital bed.

So ever since then, I have been sleeping in my office.

“You could just occupy one of the bedrooms, sir,” Pierce said as he stood next to my seat like a gargoyle, unmoving, with his hands neatly placed behind his back.

He had a permanent stern look on his face, but I know he is upset that he had to stay up this late with me just to hear about my marriage.

But I trust...