"Really? But ever since we got married, he would always come home disheveled and drained twice a month, and there's this oddly sweet scent coming from him."
She grabbed Sonia's hands and held them, tightly.
"I know you meet him on those days too, but you smell different, so I was wondering if he was heading somewhere else," she asked slowly and softly with pleading puppy eyes.
Sonia's eyebrows twitched. 'Disheveled? Drained? Sweet scent?'
'Isn't she talking about me? I use a stronger and sweeter perfume on full and new moons in case I'd smell like blood, so it must've rubbed on brother's clothes.'
Sonia stared at Carriesha's light blue eyes. "I promise brother is not seeing anyone, and he heads home after I converse with him."
Carriesha let go of Sonia's hands. Then she took out her phone gracefully.
