Chapter 82

Christ rested his hands on the door, with his head on his palms, listening to the heart-warming melody song Mr White played as he drove them back to the city.

The song reminded him of his wife, and the times they had spent together. It made him miss her much more than he could imagine.

Mr White stole glances at him, and shook his head. Since they left his house, Christ hasn't said a word to him, which he didn't bother to strike a conversation.

He knew if there's anything he was thinking of right now, it must be his wife. How beautiful it is to have someone who genuinely cares and loves you.

"If you miss her that much, why don't you call her, maybe she would pick up this time." Mr White finally spoke up.

Christ dropped his hands from the door, and turned to look at him. Mr White nodded his head, telling him to go ahead and call her, but Christ knew better than to call.

"No, I am not convinced that's a good idea, she has been refusing to talk to me. Steve said she asked them not to tell