54 || My husband

The text worried Leila but it couldn’t be worse than knowing her husband was mad at her. Leila wasn’t sure what her crime was. Kelvin’s cold attitude was unnecessary, so was Sarah’s text.

Kelvin’s phone rang. She pretended not to listen to his conversation but her ears perked. He was talking about moving a meeting forward.

Was it the meeting he cancelled because of her? She didn’t ask him that. When he dropped the call, her attention returned to the window and the passers-by enjoying their day. Leila would have been one of them if Kelvin didn’t call her.

They stopped a few metres from the office like they had been doing in the past. She glanced his way again but he was leaning on the window, eyes closed with his hand over his forehead.

“Kev,” she whispered. Her hand reached out to touch him but she dropped it before her fingers met his arm. She didn’t want to end this on a bad note. But it seemed to be w