The soothing rays of the morning sun shun through a window with its beam resting on the ground while Neo sat on a bed next to his sleeping wife silently watching it.
In some seconds she rolled and took off the blanket with her eyes opening concurrently to see Neo sat on the bed. She sighed and sat up, taking the blanket off which revealed her wearing a night gown.
“Look, I’m just as overwhelmed as you are in this situation. You don’t have to give me the sad face. This is already worse than it is.”
“It’s not you I’m mad at,” he responded without looking at her.
“Your friend stole the flying machine,” she drifted into starting another conversation.
“I figured,” he responded coldly. “And, he’s not my friend.”
“He sold you out.”
Now Neo actually seemed interested. He turned to her, “How
