Take me back to my husband's house, please..."
She stood before him, trembling from the cold and his words. She had nothing to say to him. It was best they part ways—nothing further, nothing more to say.
He had just made it easy for her to live on without guilt.
Instead of accepting her decision to go back home, he watched her like she was crazy, or like she had spoken in a foreign language, and to her absolute disbelief and hurt, he threw his head back and laughed. He laughed until tears shimmered down his eyes, and then he regarded her with eyes that looked nothing like what she was used to seeing in him, making her lower her gaze and clench her fists against her drenched, dirty robe.
