Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

On the way to the airport.

Moss stared out the taxi window, his face unreadable, the city’s blur reflected in his cold eyes.

In his arms, Melon was sleeping.

“Dad, Mom…” Melon stirred, his small legs kicking, looking like he was about to wake up.

Moss glanced down at Melon.

With careful movements, he opened a bag beside him on the seat and pulled out a small pill bottle.

He then took out a pill and put it in Melon’s mouth, letting it dissolve almost instantly.

The pill quickly made Melon deep in sleep.

The driver, stealing glances at the rearview mirror, had been watching Moss and the boy since the journey began.

His eyes met Moss.

“Is that your grandson?” the driver asked, curiosity creeping into his voice.

“I haven’t seen him wake up at all.

Sleeps like a rock.”

Moss gave a slow nod, a smile flickering briefly on his lips.

“Yes, he’s not feeling well,” he said.

The stereo in the car was broken, and the silence inside the car was evident.

long way

was bored; he

a kid back home, too,” the driver said,

same age as

seen him

Moss’ tone

haven’t you

to work to support my family,” the driver said

eyes stayed fixed

depending on me, so I

much education, so

back home, except for a small amount to pay for my

talking, but Moss

Isn’t that

driver let out

it’s a

first wife-she ran off with some

divorce

found out he wasn’t much more than

Nothing like me.

back to me,

marry a widow the matchmaker

up, begging, I couldn’t say no to

didn’t marry the widow, but the three of

my eyes, they’re

hair the driver

said nothing, adjusting Melon