“Nina, this isn't the way to the wedding venue, is it?”I sat in the front passenger seat looking at the unfamiliar sight out of the window, my voice flat. My wife, Nina Jones, grabbed my hand tightly, her eyelashes trembling. She then explained with a smile, “Heath, are you getting the wedding jitters? We’ve been preparing for this wedding for so long. Where else would we be going if not the wedding venue?”I fell silent at Nina’s response and gave none of my own.Despite her best efforts at hiding the truth, she forgot one thing.We’ve been together for seven years since I was first sent to this world on a mission. I understood her way too well.She would subconsciously bite her lip whenever she lied. She even locked the car door the moment I questioned her, as though she was scared that I would try jumping out of the car.I wasn’t surprised to arrive at that conclusion. Conversely, I felt rather relieved.I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket. With a click of my lighter
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