My Husband's Unwanted Wife
“Did you already order?”
“Yes,” he responded softly. He then sat down across from me, his eyes dull, his clothes worn, and the lines under his eyes hinting that he hadn’t been sleeping well.
“So, Mr. Samos, what do you have for me?” I queried, noticing he was empty-handed.
“I have a lot of documents, text messages, emails,” he explained gently. “But for safety reasons, they are all hidden at my home. I didn’t feel safe bringing them with me.”