Chapter 91

• Haven sat at the edge of the worn-out couch, his hands clenched firmly in his lap, his knuckles white with the pressure he couldn't shake. His eyes, obscured by restless evenings and disappointments profound to specific, gazed vacantly at the TV. The news stayed on, but Haven couldn’t center. He was long lost in his own world, whirling in an ocean of outrage and disarray.
• How could she? The thought bothered him, puncturing through his mind like a tenacious penetration. It was the thought that wouldn’t go away that frequented his each step since that evening. The evening when everything he thought he knew about his marriage, his life, his future, smashed.
• Alexis had stood within the kitchen with her arms crossed, her expression cold, removed. “I’m leaving,” she said, her voice consistent and calm as if she were basically talking like she was going out for grocery shopping.