"You took the wrong exit," I tell Merrick.
He continues to ignore me.
"That's not the way to my place," what is wrong with him?
"I said I am taking you home, our home, Alina. We have a lot to talk about," he says without taking his eyes off the road.
"I don't want to go there; just take me back to my apartment," I continue complaining to him, but it's useless since we are almost there. Merrick and I moved here after we got married. The house is located in a nice neighborhood that does not have many homes.
After several minutes, I stare at the familiar black gate leading to our home. The day Merrick showed me this house, I loved it instantly. It is everything I ever dreamed of when I thought of my future house. This is where he proposed to me and also where we got married. The memories
