Abigail got home after sundown, only to find Christopher in the hall with a glum face. She swallowed a gasp and stalled on the track.
'He came early again!'
Under his stern gaze, she was tense. She was certain he would explode right away. The target of his rage was her, and there was no protective shield around her. The stormy, hot air of his fury would blow her away. The consequences could be disastrous.
He may decide to leave and never return to her.
She was only trying to save this marriage, but everything seemed to have gone wrong. She wanted to cry.
"I can explain," she said, deciding to inform him of her training.
"Explain?" His eyes narrowed. "I came home early with the intention of taking you out to dinner. But you were not at home!"
Abigail felt bad and regretted not coming back right away. She shouldn't have gone with Britney.
Christopher had made plans for a date, but she ruined it... the same way she had ruined his mood in the morning.
