Making up with her - IV

"Adrian!" She screamed but the door was firmly closed in her face.

The moment the door was closed on his face, she felt like it was the door of a casket being closed forever with her husband behind it, never to be open again to the light of the sun.

Immediately, joyce placed her hand on the ground to stabilize herself before getting up and running to the door. She opened it and ran towards her husband, who was maybe 10 steps away from the stairs.

The door to her office banged against the wall which made Adrian stop and turn back only in time for her to crash against his chest.

"Please," Joyce whispered, her voice shaking, her hands shaking, " please, I am begging you, Adrian. Just listen to me, just one time I will never ask you for anything else."

Every word that left her mouth was a quiver, a fear that her heartfelt inside. Her heart, her mind, her blood was clogged with the fear of her husband's death.