"You know how this goes," Harvey speaks, his footsteps clicking against the ground as he circles the two restrained thugs in the middle of the room, like a predator. He twists the coin between his fingers. "Heads or tails?"

You watch from your spot, perched on the edge of the table. The two thugs had been dragged in here and interrupted you two, so you could tell he was more frustrated than usual. Still, he was your husband. You would stick around and watch curiously, just to see how it ends.