AVA
The air in the car was pensive. And I stared straight ahead at the road as we drove home.
After we had had our argument last night and I'd let it slip that I didn't love him anymore, it had been complete silence ever since, and when we got home I slept in the guest room.
This morning was no better.
I wasn't in the mood to argue and neither was he. I told him I was coming in to work, he had only huffed and stalked out the dining room, leaving his breakfast unfinished. And now, we were both in the backseat of his car, heading to the company. Suddenly, his phone rang beside me, drawing me out of my musings. I watched him fish the device out of his suit jacket.
“Chloe,” the caller ID displayed in big, bold letters on the screen. My anger began to bubble immediately.
Bla
