41 Insight

The week followed our fierce fight was followed by extreme silence. I was afraid he would bang on the door next night. But he had retreated and never came back. I should be relieved that he decided to leave me alone. But instead it made me more agitated. He is not in my bed room meant the was visiting my sister. That was the only thing haunting my mind. I was afraid that it would drive me insane. My husband on the other hand stayed far away from me that can be possible in this big house. Fathima was the silent spectator of our cold war. She disapproved as always.

Unlike other times I was sure that every maid who lives in the house might have heard the shouting went on in my room that night. But every one acted as though they are blissfully unaware of the situation. It only broke once or twice because Dane lost his temper over his misplaced keys. He even threatened to fire a maid over bringing him black coffee when he asked for tea. Everyone knew he never drank tea Fathima was the