"A proposition?" I squeak.
"Yes."
He moves away from me and stands up, pacing the room with his hands stuck in his pockets.
I follow him with my eyes.
He turns to look at me, his eyes a mask of dread.
"You look so drained Mia. So haggard and thin and..."
I lift my hand to stop him.
"I get it. Don't rub it in."
His hands ball into fists on his sides.
"I'm an i***t. I did this to you."
"You got the i***t part right. Now tell me about that proposition."
He exhales soundly.
"Come and stay with me. You can just sleep in that upstairs bedroom if you want to."
"At your place?"
"It's our place now. It's been yours too since we got married."
"And in return?"
He takes a careful step towards me.
"I'll do anything you want in return."
I c**k an eyebrow. "Anything?"
He nods. "Anythi
