Chapter 169

LUNETH I stir from sleep and turn to see Drexon's spot empty. This was the first time this had ever happened in four months, and I feel sick in my stomach. Was I insensitive to him and his needs? Did I only think of myself and the revenge I could get? Was I deluding myself to think I was doing this for us when I was just plain selfish? When he got home from work, I had been so excited to tell him how I got the evidence from his mom, handed him the flash drive, and was all ready to hear what Senator Smith had offered, but all of it was met with casualness. It was the first time I felt that from him. I wanted to ask; I really did want to ask, but I pushed it off. "He is fine; maybe the stress of it all was getting to him, and I shouldn't be worried," I told myself. Was that my way of justifying my actions? When we lay in bed, he still held me gently in his arms until I fell asleep. When did he sneak out of bed? I push myself into a seated position, the blanket falling to my waist gently