Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Holden scrutinized the man, noting his strong accent and the smoothness of his explanation.

Had he made a mistake by suspecting the man?

Still, he felt that there was something amiss about the man.

As he contemplated, Holden’s attention was drawn to the stroller the man had been pushing.

A soft whimper echoed from it.

He quickly lifted the cover of the stroller.

To his surprise, a small dog stared up at him.

The dog barked, tail wagging enthusiastically, looking adorable.

“It’s my dog, Chocolate,” the middle-aged man said.

“I always take him with me when I travel.”

He retrieved his phone, scrolling eagerly through photos that revealed Chocolate’s adventures in different places.

A wave of disappointment washed over Holden.

He had misjudged this man; he was just a traveler.

that disappointment, a knot of

and still

moment, the middle-aged man asked tentatively, “If everything’s okay, can I leave with

“Sure,” Holden replied, nodding.

the presidential suite on the top

they discovered it had been converted into a laboratory, they quickly reported

A ‘s L I B R A

that, Holden

suite, he was struck by an unsettling

lay scattered

also several scarves and

spine as he connected the

scarf worn by the middle-aged man was identical to

and asked the manager for

“Mr.

guest list,” the manager said,

his heart dropping when he realized the

coursed

to track down the man

stepped out of the hotel,

thought he had managed to