Emon
I didn’t know what I expected to feel walking back into the house that day. Relief, maybe. Closure, even. Instead, all I felt was dread pooling at the pit of my stomach as soon as I saw Albert curled up on the couch, trembling like a leaf caught in a storm and with tears streaming down his beautiful face.
“Albert? Baby? What's wrong?” I dropped the envelope of notes I had collected at the library and rushed to him. “What’s wrong? What happened, Love?”
His skin was damp with sweat, and his breath came in shallow gasps. His arms were wrapped tightly around himself, like he was holding something broken in place.
“It’s fine,” he whispered, though nothing about him looked fine. “I’m fine. It will pass.”
I crouched in front of him and touched his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, glazed
