Sasha, sensing he wasn’t going to speak to her again, remained silent. It was already two in the morning, and exhaustion was washing over her. Sitting quietly without doing anything didn't help matters; her eyelids started closing against her will, and she struggled to keep them open. Michael exhaled a sigh as his eyes continued to count the ceiling. From the corner of his eye, he saw something move, and his gaze darted there reflexively, but it wasn’t something moving—it was his wife nodding off to sleep.
Looking at her like that, Michael wanted to laugh out loud, but he was scared to wake her up. He tried to contain the laughter, but it still escaped his mouth, and he pressed his lips together to quieten it.
He watched her nod off, and his heart ached. A sweet smile stretched across hi
