CAROLINE MORALES
“Honey, would you help me grab my shirt from the bed?” Jo asked from across the room.
He was rummaging through the drawers, shoving things aside in frustration. Each cupboard he opened turned up empty, and his irritation grew with every second.
“What are you looking for?” I asked as I reached the bed. I'd showered some minutes ago and just changed into my nightwear.
We had a movie to watch tonight. The TV was set up and the drinks were downstairs.
Jo’s back was to me, but the tension in his shoulder was clear.
“A client’s card,” Jo muttered.
He spared me a glance and it didn’t feel like it was a mere client’s card he was looking for.
It wasn’t the time to push him, so I focused on helping. His clothes were scattered across the bed, something I hated. I was a neat f
