Chapter 27 I Think I’m Sick

Idris held his phone as his dark eyes bored into me. He did not answer it. I had no clue what he was thinking, but Moore seemed determined to get through to him. If he did not pick up, she would simply keep calling. Finally, he could not resist any longer. He answered the call. I had no idea what was said on the other end of the line. He got out of bed, went to the closet, and emerged in different clothes. I lay in bed, silently watching him hurriedly grab his coat and head out. I watched him leave in silence, all expectations in my heart crumbling. My heart was filled with bitterness and self-mockery. As Idris reached the bedroom door, he seemed to remember that I was his wife. He paused, looked back at me, and said, “Moore’s scared of thunder. Sorry, I need to go to her. You should get some rest.” I did not respond. Anyway, he left too quickly to catch anything I might have wanted to say. The thunder outside grew increasingly loud. I clutched the blanket tightly as the sound ec