A few days later, the hospital discharged me.
Samantha had left a day ago, but until now I have not received a single call from her. I'm still waiting, though, wondering if the plan went well.
Lucas took me home from the hospital. While I sat still beside him inside the car, my mind skittered.
He'd changed a lot. I thought to myself, eye secretly observing him as he drove.
A thick and long wall now stood between us. It popped out of nowhere.
I wonder what made him change in an instant. He did not even say anything when I got inside the car and he took the driver's seat.
Is he still blaming himself that I almost drowned? It was possible. He could be, for I could think of nothing explaining why he was slowly drifting away. Still, I wasn't certain it was the main reason. For all I know, he might have been suspecting I wasn't his real wife.
