Adamant Christopher

"Abi… Please allow me to explain," Christopher requested with a pleading tone. "Open it."

Abigail leaned against the door, her hand on her mouth, afraid he would hear her sobs.

Christopher had the feeling that she was on the other side of the door, close to him. He put his palm against the doorframe, trying to feel her warmth.

"Please talk to me," he murmured. "Give me a chance to explain."

"I asked you several times why you married me," Abigail said with a breaking voice. "You could have told me. What is the point of explaining now? No matter what you say, it will look like a lie." She inhaled shakily and added, "Go away. I am not going to hear any of your explanations."

Her voice became stern in the end.

"Don't say that, Abi… Just once, listen to me."

Abigail threw herself on the bed and sobbed, burying her face in the pillow.