I was lazily sitting in the office when my friends arrived.
"If you want to know what she's up to, ask her, or better yet, investigate."
"I'm not interested."
"Don't deny it, Ivan. You can't hide anything from us. We can see that you're starting to care about your wife."
"Your cellphone was also turned off. Was it because you're avoiding Maureen?"
"Well, good job!"
***
I got home at six in the evening, but Myla hadn't returned yet. Seated on the sofa, I silently surveyed the entire house. The pervasive quietness left me with a sense of solitude. Could this be the reason she doesn't stay here for long? She left early and was still away at this hour.
I stood up, intending to go upstairs when the door opened. She was surprised to see me and mustered a forced smile.
"Good evening." Wi
