To enter the walk-in closet, Carson had to use a key because Tasha had locked it.
Tasha was lying on the Cleopatra sofa. She didn't even flinch as she stared at the center table in front of her.
When Carson opened the door, he immediately entered. He paused for a moment to look at Tasha before deciding to approach her. He briefly stopped walking when he noticed the tumbler in the trash bin. He bent down to retrieve it and placed it on the center table before getting closer to where Tasha was.
Instead of sitting beside Tasha, Carson chose to sit in front of her, on the rug spread out on the floor.
Tasha closed her eyes when she saw Carson's face. A tear welled up in her eye, but she let it fall. She didn't want to see her husband yet.
"Natasha," Carson said softly. "What did you mean b
