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 to the

was bored; he started talking to

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

age as your

seen him in two

Moss’ tone was

haven’t you gone

have to work to support my family,” the driver said with a

stayed fixed on the

depending on me, so I came

so this job is all I could

home, except for a small amount to

kept talking, but Moss only

Isn’t

let out a

it’s a long

wife-she ran off with some smooth-talking

a divorce

eloped together, but she found out

Nothing like me.

she came back to

I was about to marry a widow the matchmaker introduced

up, begging, I couldn’t say

widow, but the three of

eyes, they’re both

little hair the driver had left as his voice trailed

nothing, adjusting Melon