They walked out of the restaurant together. Kelvin insisted on dropping Freya off. He was mute throughout the ride but his mind was all over the place.

“I’ll be getting off very soon.” Freya’s voice interrupted his thoughts, he slowed when he neared the curve she would be alighting at. “Thank you.”

Kelvin massaged his forehead. He missed his wife. “Yeah.”

Freya unlocked the door without stepping out. “Please, don’t hurt her.” Her hands were tight ...