Look My Way
One night, passing by the study, I heard her voice through the door—low, teasing.
“Do you still remember, Zayne? You used to help me with my math homework.”
Zayne chuckled softly. “Of course I remember. You were hopeless at numbers. I practically did it for you.”
The warmth in his voice—
I’d never heard that tone from him, not once in our marriage.
I froze in the doorway. I didn’t want to hear more, but the sound of their laughter drew blood all the same.
I turned to leave, but Zayne’s voice caught me mid-step.