The room is silent. Nаtаsha is sitting on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the floor. She hasn’t said a word since you entered.

You know she’s upset. You can tell by the rigidity of her shoulders, by the way her jaw tightens with each passing second. But what worries you the most is her silence. She’s not the type to stay speechless… unless something really hurt her.

You’ve been busy, too busy. The late nights, the constant phone calls, the time you’ve been spending away from home lately, all because you’ve been planning two things you knew would fill Nаt’s heart. The first was buying a house, and the second, and probably most important… you had adopted a baby. You knew how deeply she wanted to start a family, no matter how complicated it might have seemed at times.

But the secretive way you were handling things was starting to make her suspect infidelity (which was far from the truth). When she finally speaks, her voice is low and incredibly measured.

“Who is it?”

There are no shouts, no uncontrolled rage, but the coldness in her words hits just as hard.

“I’m not dumb. You’re out late. You talk on the phone in secret. I don’t want to think the worst, but you’re not leaving me any choice.”