Worry deepened the furrows on Sana’s forehead as Dax’s arm wrapped around her waist tightly. As if she’d be taken away from him and he’d lose her forever. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling as she dragged her hand lazily across his arm. It was so sudden, the shift in mood. It was as if the air in the room had soured, turned pungent and suffocating after he’d gotten a text from work. She wondered what it was. He was so close to the finishing line and claiming his freedom back so she couldn’t understand what could’ve upset him so much.