The originally fresh and comfortable natural wood color had turned into the pink that little girls love most. The fabric sofa had been replaced with an extravagant French-style sofa.
Even the marital bed where Carl and I had spent the most intimate moments together had been replaced with a cute Hello Kitty bed.
My heart ached as I recalled how I had wanted to buy a cute mural to brighten my mood, but Carl was so busy with his work and voted against it. “You're so old but still so childish. People will laugh at us if they see this.”
I reluctantly agreed and ultimately didn't make the payment. Yet, in just six months, the entire home was filled with the cute elements he despised. It seemed he had truly changed.
My chest tightened so much I could barely breathe.
When he returned, Lindsay ran barefoot into his arms and the two of them laughed as they lay on the sofa.
“You’re finally back. What did the officer say?”
Lindsay blinked her dark eyes, her smile deep and mysterious.
“Nothing much, just asked about some past matters.”
“Was it about Alison Hunt?”