Chapter seventeen

Chapter 17

Davis walked into his house and sat beside his dying wife. He glanced at his hand and hesitantly placed it on her shoulder lovingly.

Kimberly Davis blinked in confusion at his sudden kind attitude in contrast with his usually heartless one, "What is it?"

Davis stammered, "I...Uhm, I just wanted to check up on you. How are you feeling?"

She turned her head away from his gaze, "I'm fine."

Nodding, Davis understood she had every justifiable reason to act this cold with him, "Ehmm, is Alex home?" Kimberly nodded, watching him rise and walk to his son's room.

She wished she could retrieve the man he was three years ago. He had changed to become this version ever since Eleanor died, bent on proving Andrew Stephen killed her. Nothing else went up to his mind, even her.

He did not knock. He pushed Alex's door open and looked in.

Alex quickly fumbled some items into a bag and looked up, "Dad, when did you get back?"