“I appreciate that.”

“No need for thanks…” Tyrone meant to add, “You’re my wife.” But he couldn’t bring himself to voice it.

Despite their three-year marriage, he had plenty of chances to call her his wife. But he had never done it.

And now, he wasn’t qualified to say so.

In a desperate hope, Tyrone wished the snowfall would continue indefinitely, so they could remain here, far from their tainted past.

And they could stay away from the imminent divorce.

But this was mere wishful thinking.

The snow ceased overnight.

they started their

they exited the highway, Sabrina proposed, “We should collect our IDs

she added, “We still have an hour. That should

still felt a punch to

the frigid weather outside, as

steering wheel was so fierce that his knuckles turned ghostly

back to the villa, fetched their IDs,

drive

a heavy

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