“Your wife?” I repeat mindlessly as I gawk at him in disbelief.
I’m not entirely sure what I am feeling, but I am certain that among everything, I feel a lot of anger. What was I doing here?! What sort of twisted plan did this man have for me?! What sort of madness was going on here? Was I the second wife?! Where was Alana?! Did she agree to this?! Did she know?!
Thomas falls silent and to his luck, I can’t bring myself to speak all the questions out loud. I just open and close my mouth like a fish over and over again, huffing every once in a while as I tried to make something out of this.
“She was my wife.” The man finds his strength to speak again, half turned to me, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly not very willing to talk about it. “She died a few years ago-“
And suddenly
