Chapter 56

The house felt cold and empty.

At least Mabel greeted them, stepping forward to take Timothy's coat and bag, hanging them up with practiced care.

Timothy frowned slightly.

"Where's my wife?"

"She's upstairs, in her room."

His brow furrowed deeper. "Has she eaten?"

"Mrs. Carter said she wasn't hungry..."

Timothy didn't hesitate. He went straight upstairs and opened the bedroom door. Jessica sat at her desk, a pair of scissors in hand, focused on cutting out delicate patterns from a piece of paper.

He walked over. Jessica didn't even look up at the sound of his footsteps.

Leaning against the desk, Timothy gazed down at her. "So, you're not making dinner, and you're not eating either?"

continued snipping the

chest. Lately, everything

His voice dropped, shadowed

she set the scissors down, picked up a stack of papers from beside her, and handed them

sharp as a slap. Jessica had

He crumpled the papers in

tone crisp. "You'd throw away a perfectly good life.

language, her movements sharp. *What is a 'perfectly good

life' a husband who's always away on

bare wall where their wedding photo once hung, her hands still moving. *Or is it that you can't even stand

eyes to the empty

turned his head, meeting Jessica's

a moment, a faint smile curved Timothy's lips, and

ago, she'd been ready for a fight,

But she recovered quickly.

subject,* she signed, her

the one who took down the photo. You wanted proper wedding pictures, didn't you? I'll arrange it. We'll go together, take as many as

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