His deep olive complexion glows under the DC sun as brown hazel eyes I once looked at like it held all the answers to my problems stare at me.

Over these past months, I notice he does that a lot- stares, I hate it.

More when I have no option but to look right back at him.

'It's time to leave!"

His words say one thing, but his sharp angular face conveys something darker, a sinister promise of a sinning man to his defiant wife.

I know exactly what he wants to do ...