I managed to stay in my office for forty-three minutes. Forty-three minutes of agony, my skin itching knowing that Sofiya wasn’t upstairs. There was no reason for me to feel this way, no reason for me to feel the need to know she was safe and waiting for me. Sienna told me I couldn’t trap my wife in the apartment. I didn’t want to trap her. I just needed her to be within reach at all times. I slipped into the wheelchair store unnoticed by all except Angelo, who lifted his chin at me as I moved behind a tall display. I didn’t want Sofiya to know I was here. I wasn’t even sure why I was here.
