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ZEE WOKE UP to Michael’s absence the following morning. She was feeling rested and tired at the same time.

It had been an exhausting but pleasurable wedding night. Michael had made love to her a couple of times during the night after their first time on the bed and once, towards the morning hours.

Afterward, he had received a call, which he took at the end of the room, speaking in muffled tones. In anger, he had dressed up in a fresh casual outfit. She had pretended to be fast asleep as he approached the bed. He had simply placed a kiss on her forehead, which had been gentle, considering his furious mood. Then he had left the bedroom.

Sitting up on the bed now, she reached for his shirt and wore it. She could not help but wonder if he had gone out to kill someone.

She scooted herself over