Abaddon and Tatiana concluded their shower in relative silence.
Tatiana exited the shower first and turned around, expecting her husband to follow.
Instead, he was already gone, but she could at least tell that he hadn't left the house.
Maybe that was a comfort. She worried about him a little bit less after she knew, though that didn't mean she didn't wish he hadn't left.
She exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her figure.
Erica and Bekka were still in the living room, waiting for any news on how things had gone.
They thought they would see evidence of a poor or proper talk written on her face. However, no such thing came.
"So…?"
Tatiana could only shrug. "He's… staring at a chasm he's never come across before. One he wants to navigate, but has no idea how."
Bekka felt her stomach turn as she put down her husband's chips.
"So… on a scale of one to ten, how worried should we be?"
Tatiana rubbed the back of her neck.
"That…"
