"Are you happy?" Jayden asked while we laid down on the bed.
"Yes, love. Thank you!" I answered, smiling at him.
"Anything for you." He said, kissing me on my forehead.
"I'm so tired today. But it was fulfilling."
He didn't say a word. When I looked at him, he was staring at the ceiling. I know he was thinking about my father again. Now that he's here, Jayden feels restless.
He looked at me when he noticed I was staring at him. He smiled then heaved a sigh.
"Love, you knew all along that I have a mental illness, right?"
I frowned. Why did he suddenly ask me about it? Somehow, I feel like he wanted to tell me something.
"Yes. Why?"
"You asked me before if you could meet my other self and I agreed. Well, I tried to let her out the other day but I think mom would never come back."
"What do you mean? Are you cured?"
