REINER
Becky was sitting on the bed, watching TV. And she was in a terrible mood.
Even though she noticed I was there, she kept her eyes glued to the screen, lips pressed into a tight, annoyed line.
It was clear she wasn't going to make things easy for me.
Then again, I hadn’t made things easy for her. Or our kids.
"Becky?" I called her name.
"I see you're back," she replied curtly. "Not that I would have noticed, since you completely cut the bond for five hours. What was that? A pathetic attempt to punish me? Oh, I'm going to wander around all by myself without telling you anything and without you being able to track me, just so you'll learn your lesson?"
"No," I sighed. Or maybe yes.
I had severed the bond and left home — not with the conscious intention of hurting her. I'
