Alan
"What are you doing in there?"
"Checking on Cyril," I replied without looking at her.
"Why is it always her?" she asked, her voice breaking as if she was about to cry. "Cyril. Cyril. Cyril....that's all you care about!" she said, raising her voice.
"Do I even mean anything to you?"
I didn't stop I just continued towards my room. Susan's tantrum was the last thing I needed at the moment.
The sound of footsteps behind me didn't stop. I didn’t need to turn around to know that Susan was still following me, her presence was as persistent as her questions always were.
“I just don’t understand, Alan,” she said sharply, her voice tight with irritation and something else I didn’t want to name. “Why did you marry me if you never even… even look at me? You treat me like I’m a possessio
