File

Checking the time, I look at Celeste who was also worried as to way Angel was not home. It was past midnight and he had not been answering calls or texts. His office was saying that he had left the office hours before but still he had not been home. Worry flooded through us as we sat in the dining room, the fire place bringing us warmth beyond our bodies together as we waited for him.

The sound of the door lock chiming before the door opening as slowly as it closed makes me look at Celeste with relief but at the same time confusion. What happened after he left? Rushing of the seat of the couch we head to the entrance when we see him. Dishevelled his suit is untucked, jacket in his arms, tie missing and, in his hand, a single black file. The moment he sees us it's like a hurricane of emotions tear through him but he won't let them go. Instead he walks closer to us, and says nothing