Paul's POV
The discomfort chewing at my stomach would not go away. Becky had been behaving aloof recently; every time I asked her what was wrong, she would only grin that worn-out, heart-wrenching smile and reply, "I'm fine." But I was wiser. Once kind and sensitive, her eyes now held the tempest she was trying to stifle. Again, the lady I had come to love—the woman I had pulled from the edge of death—was hiding secrets.
I debated whether to contact her while I fixed my phone. Saying she wanted some fresh air, she left one hour ago. But something in her voice—something about the way she kissed me on the cheek before leaving—told me it was more than just a laid-back stroll she was heading on. Long enough to see the warning signals of someone approaching their demons, I had lived in this
