ANYA HAS NOT RETURNED TO THE BEDROOM YET.
It’s been exactly three hours, thirty-six minutes, twenty seconds — and still counting — since Anya walked out of the bedroom after I pushed her away, and she is yet to come back. When she’d left the room then, it’d taken almost all of my willpower not to go after her, I had to plant my feet firmly onto the ground to stop myself from going after her. When that didn’t work in holding down that urge, I decided to take a very long time during my bath. Maybe it would buy me more time to find a way to face her, I’d told myself. I’d also told myself she would be back before I walked out. There was no need to go after her.
Besides, she chose to walk away herself. I’d only told her to drop the endless questions.
Why I did that, I have no idea. I just di
