Mission continues

When Abram went out, Myra sprinted into action and immediately locked the door. She went back to the closet and retrieved the box. Her fingers acted on her own, and she found herself opening the lid against her nagging conscience. She inhaled deeply when she found the pictures and the messages still intact. To her horror, the empty packet of condoms used that night was still enclosed in the last box.

“He still kept it with him; why?" she asked no one.

“Maybe by mistake, it was left behind. What was I even thinking that He had kept it as a souvenir?" she mentally slapped herself for letting a mere memory cloud her rationality.

Keeping the box back in its place, Myra pulled the clothes out that Abram got for her.

Pink!

“He thinks buying clothes in my favorite color will make him win. Keep dreaming," she said, caressing the soft cloth.

When she came out of the room, she found Abram sipping his tea while scrolling through his phone. Hearing her footste