Chris came home to the sound of music and her voice. Her melodious voice welcoming him home. Aiyana had not gone home the entire week, not even to check in on her mother. It was something that should have raised red flags, but Chris thought it was because she did not like staying away from him and did not suspect that there was more at play than that.
Her father’s old mistress had been replaced with a new one. Aiyana was aware of it by the lingering smell of vanilla she smelt when she went home last Monday. She did not know what to do, so she simply went to felt like home. To Chris.
She hadn’t told him about it yet, she planned to talk to him tonight, ask him for his help.
She busied herself cleaning their bedroom. Rearranging their cupboards when she felt a pair of arms wrap around h
