Chapter Ten-Nico

I hate her fucking apartment building. It’s falling apart and there is no security at all.

The stench of old food lingers in the hallway, beneath that is whatever chemicals the superintendent uses to kill insects and pests.

That can’t be good for my Anna or our baby. I frown. Hard.

“Um, I’m not sure if I have boxes,” she says, and I shake my head.

“I’ll have some people pack it all up for you. Let’s just grab some clothes and toiletries. Stuff you need for the next few days,” I tell her.

Anna agrees and moves inside, docile as a lamb.

I don’t know what she’s thinking, or what happened downstairs to put that stricken look on her face. But I know I don’t like not knowing.

I want her to talk to me. To lean on me. Confide in me.

But I suppose that takes time. And I’ll give it to her because I wasn’t lying downstairs when I said no divorce.

She’s not leaving me. Not ever.