CHAPTER 41

Blair took out the laundry and put it in the basket so that she could spread it outside.

The sun was scorching and she knew that the clothes would dry before evening. She quickly spread the clothes and went back inside the house.

She just stood in the kitchen, and thought about what she would do. Dylan was ill, she didn't want to bother him or stress him about it. She knew he would worry.

Blair had double mind; telling him and not telling him. It was hard to decide but she had to decide fast.

"Blair?" Dylan stood across the kitchen, he stared at her intensely.

She jumped and gasped, the cup in her hands slipped and broke into pieces.

"Woah woah, take it easy baby. It's just me" he went over to her and held her hands tightly.

He led her away from the broken glass and made sure not to step on it. He took her to the living room and sat her down on the couch. He sat beside her.

Dylan knew his wife and he knew when something was wrong with her. Her mind was clearly elsewhere, she thought