One Percent Too Late
"
I had no answer.
In the twenty years I had been bound to him, I had seen everything.
At first, he had only been chasing mission progress. In the end, step by step, he had fallen in.
He loved her beyond saving.
I was about to say something else when there was movement at the entryway.
Vivian had come home.
She waved away the heavy smoke.
Her gaze landed on the shattered plates on the floor before finally moving to Simon, who was still smoking.
Vivian frowned, impatience in her voice.
"Didn't you quit smoking ten years ago? Why are you smoking again? You know I hate the smell.
"You broke those things. Clean them up yourself."
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