Chapter 47

• Haven stood at the edge of the living room, his eyes following the recognizable lines of the space they had shared for a long time. The house was calm, showered in the delicate gleam of the late evening sun. He seemed to listen to the swoon murmur of traffic from the road outside and the ticking of the clock on the wall. His look settled on Alexis, who was seated on the couch, lost in her own world as she flipped through a magazine, her forehead somewhat wrinkled in thought.
• For a minute, Haven critically observed her. The posture of her, so at ease and however so distant, mixed something deep inside him. It was a feeling that had been building for months, developing more grounded with each passing day. It was a feeling he had pushed down, disregarded, denied indeed, as they explored the riotous waves of their marriage.
• But presently, standing there, with the delicate evening light casting a shadow around her, he knew he couldn't keep it inside any longer.