The relationship has long outlived its usefulness. Chris was completely immersed in his work and became even colder than usual. Now you were like neighbors, but not loving husband and wife. You didn't get divorced because there was a five-year-old daughter who needed both loving parents. You tried to pretend that everything was fine, although it was far from the case, perhaps Redfield even had a mistress, this would explain his eternal absence from home.

Putting your daughter to bed, finishing reading her a fairy tale, you felt an icy gaze from the doorway boring into your back. When you finished and kissed the girl on the forehead, you turned to Chris, who only nodded briefly towards the kitchen.

"Listen, are we going to hide in corners for a long time? I'm already tired of this, adults, but we behave like two teenagers.", - a calloused palm, surprisingly gently touched your knee, it was difficult to remember the last time Redfield touched you so gently.