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

the driver was bored; he

back home, too,” the driver

same age as your

him in

Moss’ tone

haven’t you gone

my family,” the

fixed on

kids depending on me, so I

so this job is all I

send all the money I earned back home, except for a small amount to pay for my meals

but Moss only fixated on

wives? Isn’t that

let out

a long

first wife-she ran off with some smooth-talking

a divorce

out he

Nothing like me.

came back to me, wanting

was about to marry a widow the

when my ex showed up, begging, I couldn’t say no to

widow, but the three of us made an arrangement to

they’re both my

hair the driver

said nothing, adjusting