The Silent Midnight
Language: en
On New Year's Eve, I sent a message to my husband: "Where are you?" For the first time, he didn't reply instantly. At 00:00, I called him twelve times until he picked up. His voice was irritable and fierce, like a cat caught stealing fish stepping on its tail: "Are you done? Isn't it just not replying to your message?" I gripped the phone tight, my lower abdomen twitched violently. Half a year ago when I caught him sexting, this young business upstart had red eyes, smashed his phone in front of me. "Nina, there will never be a next time." I believed him. Since then my messages were…