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.

still a long

bored; he started

home, too,”

age as

him

Moss’ tone

haven’t you gone

support my family,” the

eyes stayed fixed

and four kids depending on me, so I came

much education, so this job is

except for a small amount to pay for my

Moss

Isn’t

let out a

a long

ran off with some smooth-talking

a divorce and

eloped together, but she found out he wasn’t

Nothing like me.

came back to me, wanting

was about to marry

up, begging, I couldn’t

didn’t marry the widow, but the three of us made an arrangement

eyes, they’re

little hair the driver had left as his voice

nothing, adjusting