It had been one week since Leila saw her husband. Within that week, she could count the number of times she ate on one hand. There were no flowers but breakfast and dinner always came at the appointed time.

The fridge was stocked up, she had warned the delivery boy to stop sending food to their apartment. But it was of no use. He had a job and he intended to do it.

Her days went by in a blur. She lived out her routine like a zombie. Waking up, going to the office. Bath and ...