---- The weekend came, and I went out with a friend to check some houses. When I came back, Winona was holding her phone, horror etched on her face. I said nothing and changed into my slippers before heading to the study. She called out to me, "Claude's not feeling well. I need you to give me a ride to his place." lignored her. Displeased, she snapped, "Enough with that tantrum, Nathaniel! Claude could be hurt, for all we know! What are you going to do if anything happens to him? " 'What am I going to do?' I mused. Icily, I answered, " Nothing. I'm not his husband, you know." Winona screamed, "You heartless bastard!" She shot up from her seat, changed into a new set of clothes, and barged out of the house. Silence encased the living room. The only sound left was that of my breathing. I slowly sank into the couch and waited for the time to pass. ---- Neon lights started to shine outside, lighting up the city. Neon lights started to dwindle, dim, and pucker out. She never came back.