Nessa looked at her hands. The memory of Viz pulling away while she held his tie replayed in her mind. The expression on his face was still clear in her head. Even though their skin didn't directly touch, he seemed repulsed by her touch. Was he really disgusted by her?
From sitting on the edge of the bed, she stood up and approached the window. She opened the glass window and let the cold night air touch her face. She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath, filling her chest.
Now that she and Viz were no longer sharing the same room, the wound in her heart deepened. But on the other hand, a sense of relief grew in her chest. She no longer had to tiptoe at night for fear of waking her husband and disturbing his sleep. She no longer had to wait at night and hope he would come home e
