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 way to the

bored;

a kid back home, too,” the driver said, his voice softer

same age as

seen him in two

tone

haven’t you gone

work to support my family,” the driver said

eyes stayed fixed on the

and four kids depending

got much education, so this job is

earned back home, except for a small amount to pay for my meals and

kept talking, but Moss only fixated on

Isn’t that

let out a

it’s a long

off with some smooth-talking

a divorce

she found out

Nothing like me.

back to me, wanting

about to marry a

ex showed up, begging,

widow, but the three of us made an arrangement

they’re both

wind tousled what little hair the driver

adjusting Melon in