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

in Timothy's chest. Lately, everything felt as if

dropped, shadowed with

up a stack of papers from beside her,

sharp as a slap.

in his fist and tossed them

a cool, sideways glance at Jessica, his tone crisp. "You'd throw away a

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

smile and continued, her hands steady. *Tell me, Timothy. Is a 'good life' a husband who's

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

followed her eyes to the empty space on the

his head, meeting Jessica's

moment, a faint smile curved Timothy's lips, and his voice softened. "Jealous,

been ready for a fight, expecting their argument

But she recovered quickly.

signed, her gestures slower now,

then spoke, his voice gentler than before. "I'm the one who took down the photo. You wanted proper wedding pictures, didn't you? I'll

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