May 16, 2017
“Where were you?” Kim’s tone was soft, but there was an edge of something he’d never heard in it before; suspicion. It was barely there, but it was enough to communicate the emotions beating through her. She wasn’t usually up when he came home, and she never questioned his whereabouts. She’d always trusted him... until tonight. So here she was, sitting curled up in the corner of the couch, a blanket covering most of her form - all but her arms and the hands in front of her holding a cup of tea. It wasn’t until then that she looked up at him, the darkness concealing her expression. @irishtycoon
