Days had passed, Skye hadn't seen Leonard or heard from him, no texts or calls, she wasn't alone but it was fine.
"Leonard, where did you run off to? What are you doing? Are you scheming again?"
Those thoughts had been running wild in my mind since the moment he slipped out the front door, I wanted to ask him but I couldn't, he had left no explanations, no goodbye, nothing, just maids that showed up, like that solved anything.
And maybe it should have. Maybe I should be used to the mystery that clung to him like cologne. But it still left me restless, agitated. My role is being his wife, and being undercover has been on has been halted, technically it has, I have no updates-nothing from work and also nothing from Leonard, it's as if everything had paused.
