Cold

“Ma'am dinner is served”. Carolina tells me later in the evening.

“Thank you”. I responded to her.

I wanted to ask about Gregory but I stopped myself from doing so. It's better to stay off him for now.

The house is silent, I know it is usually silent but it feels different, it's colder, even though it's almost winter, there's this coldness my body cannot shake off.

His dark gaze watches me as my legs transcends down the stairs. There is no telling if he's angry or not from the point he is at.

I avert my eyes from him and walk to the dining area. The plate has been set, Carolina chose to set my plate close to him, precisely on the left side of the head of the table. It is too late for me to tell her to change my position.

Gregory comes over to the dinning. My eyes are pinned on the plate before. I cannot bear to look at him, to look at those eyes that have lost their warmth. His eyes have gone back to how they were when we got married.

How do I explain to him that things have chang