@clarykolson
Alexander Kolson, despite his nervous disposition, had never been so anxious in his entire life. When he’d gotten home affter their fight at the hospital, he’d cleaned up the apartment, disposing of the body and fixing the door in silence. When it came time to go to sleep, he couldn’t, so he’d simply laid in bed with their dogs, fiddling with the ring on his finger as he tried to figure out how he could fix things, make them better, and he found his answer. He couldn’t make it better, but he could try. So, he went looking for her, and even with a locator spell, it wasn’t easy. When he finally saw her, he ignored everything around him, focusing soley on his wife. “Clarissa.” was all he could say, unable to find any other words. “Please let me help you.”
