I'd tugged on his arm, coaxing him playfully, and all I got in return was a sudden eruption of anger.
"I said no, Regina!"
"Either pick somewhere else, or we cancel the honeymoon entirely."
So it was never about Finland being too far. Never about missing work.
It was because the person Morris wanted to see the Northern Lights with had always been someone else.
I let out a silent laugh and wiped the cold tears from my cheeks.
Just as well. A week was more than enough time to get everything in order.
By the time I walked out with my visa and residency permit, the sky had already gone dark.
I took a cab home and found Morris and Cassandra standing downstairs.
She was trying to leave, but he had her by the arm, the two of them tangled together.
I stood there watching for a moment. Cassandra was the first to notice me.
"Regina..."
She gasped like a startled rabbit, struggling harder to pull away from him.
"Morris, let go of me. Regina's back..."
But he didn't so much as flinch. Even with me standing right there, there wasn't a trace of guilt on his face.
"What are you afraid of?"
He kept his grip firmly on her, then turned to me and said flatly: