I was going on with days, with the same routine, waking up late with other side if the bed empty, and waiting all day, doing stuff until he comes home late.
This is not what I volunteered for. I know all the work has been piled up and stuff, but this man doesn't even have enough time to sleep or take his meals properly.
And here I have plenty of time to overlook and overthink my life, which I have been doing for the past few days. What's our future? Life? Safety? Peace? And also kids?
Not now but eventually, we will have one or two, or maybe even three, was will be there future. Would I be able to have them the same life as their father? Mafia, drugs, kids, trafficking!
As a person, who cannot even look at a syringe needle, It's impossible.
And deep down, I know Tristan doesn't w
