Chapter Twenty Four
Aysun dropped his voice–box back onto the desk with a grunt of irritation. Three days he had been trying to reach her, and his wife hadn’t accepted the call.
She had forgotten to carry it around with her, he supposed. It lay somewhere in the house, out of hearing so she never knew when he was trying to get through. Or the box was broken. That was a possibility.
Or perhaps she had actively decided not to answer. She was avoiding him for some reason. His irritation grew greater at the mere thought.
All of these conclusions he drew and steadfastly clung to in favour of the notion that something had gone wrong. He was of a protective nature, and frequently over the years he’d been gripped with fear when his wife had been late or absent and he’d become convinced that som
