"Anything you want to tell me?"

Jaya glanced up at Ivan, positive that guilt was written all over her face. They were walking side-by-side down the wide hall toward their bedroom. They'd just shared their supper meal and Ivan had decided to spend the rest of the evening with her rather than go back to work. Her heart had leapt at the suggestion since she might be leaving the next day. Who knows if he would want her back once she left? If he would understand her reasons. She ...