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too still. Without the veil of background noises compliments of Laney, Liv and Freya, our home felt more like a mausoleum or a museum of what my life used to be like. I moved through the apartment like a ghost, trying not to see the gallery wall with all of our family photos—if I stopped, if I even glimpsed one of our wedding photos or Liv's first school picture from daycare, I fell apart. When I did manage to drift off, I dreamt she lay beside me, grazing her fingertips along the nape of my neck, pressing her lips to mine and whispering, "It's okay, baby. We'll get through this." Sometimes in the dreams she'd sling her legs over mine and we'd sit like that...imagining we were the only people in the world. Other times she'd kneel between my legs, undo my zipper and take me in her mouth, pulling and sucking me so gently I knew I was dreaming... and then she'd quicken the pace, graze her teeth against my shaft and suck so hard I felt like she was drawing my soul out of me. I'd wake in a cold sweat, my hand gripping my cock and her name sliding off my tongue. It took a few minutes to recover... I'd turn on my side, ready to say, "I had the most intense dream about you..." but there'd come no reply. Of course there wouldn't. She'd left me.
Today was no different. They'd been gone three days now. And I still didn't know where she was. I'd called Eddy but she refused to break Laney's confidence and said, "If you think hard enough, you'll figure it out. But I'm not going to just spell it out for you." Henrik wouldn't tell me either. I'd thought he'd want to put me out of my misery, but he was siding with Eddy. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. Henrik's advice when it came to relationships was that you should always listen to your woman and always have her back. I used to tease him and say it sounds like the World According to Barry White, but without fail he'd shrug and say, "It works." Ingrid was no help either. Instead of telling me, she railed at me. She was so protective of Laney and I was glad she was. She proved time and again how much she cared about my wife. And now she was ready to stand between Laney and me to keep me from hurting Laney emotionally. How could I be angry when Ingrid was doing what I should have been doing from the start?
I tried to crack the password on her computer, but apparently I didn't know my wife well enough to figure it out. I sat at her desk—the desk I'd made for her—wracking my brain and trying to figure out what words would mean enough to her to be used as passwords. If I could figure it out, then maybe I'd find her itinerary and then I could go to her.
Last night, she finally called me back. I'd missed the call—it was still so humid at night and I'd given up with tossing and turning at 2AM to take a cold shower. When I came back in the bedroom, I saw her name and " ubesvarede opkald " on my phone display and screeched out a string of curses. I listened to her message; she was telling me to stay away...for now. She still wouldn't say where she was. I tried to call her back but my calls went straight to voicemail. She must have turned off her telephone. So now the only way I could communicate with her was by sending text messages and hoping she'd reply, waiting, and trying to figure out when she'd turn her phone on again.
Going to the workshop didn't feel like an option today. I needed to clear my head, needed to think straight, and I didn't think I'd get anything worthwhile done, not when I was so distracted. I called Jonas and told him I was taking a couple of days off. He was stoic about it. He knew everything and said, "We've got it covered, Mads. You do what you need to do, man."
I couldn't stay here in the apartment all day, and it had been a couple of weeks since I'd last visited my grandmother. Laney usually stepped in here. She visited Alma with the girls at least once a week, called her several times a week checking in and making sure the home help Henrik and I had
Today was no different. They'd been gone three days now. And I still didn't know where she was. I'd called Eddy but she refused to break Laney's confidence and said, "If you think hard enough, you'll figure it out. But I'm not going to just spell it out for you." Henrik wouldn't tell me either. I'd thought he'd want to put me out of my misery, but he was siding with Eddy. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. Henrik's advice when it came to relationships was that you should always listen to your woman and always have her back. I used to tease him and say it sounds like the World According to Barry White, but without fail he'd shrug and say, "It works." Ingrid was no help either. Instead of telling me, she railed at me. She was so protective of Laney and I was glad she was. She proved time and again how much she cared about my wife. And now she was ready to stand between Laney and me to keep me from hurting Laney emotionally. How could I be angry when Ingrid was doing what I should have been doing from the start?
I tried to crack the password on her computer, but apparently I didn't know my wife well enough to figure it out. I sat at her desk—the desk I'd made for her—wracking my brain and trying to figure out what words would mean enough to her to be used as passwords. If I could figure it out, then maybe I'd find her itinerary and then I could go to her.
Last night, she finally called me back. I'd missed the call—it was still so humid at night and I'd given up with tossing and turning at 2AM to take a cold shower. When I came back in the bedroom, I saw her name and " ubesvarede opkald " on my phone display and screeched out a string of curses. I listened to her message; she was telling me to stay away...for now. She still wouldn't say where she was. I tried to call her back but my calls went straight to voicemail. She must have turned off her telephone. So now the only way I could communicate with her was by sending text messages and hoping she'd reply, waiting, and trying to figure out when she'd turn her phone on again.
Going to the workshop didn't feel like an option today. I needed to clear my head, needed to think straight, and I didn't think I'd get anything worthwhile done, not when I was so distracted. I called Jonas and told him I was taking a couple of days off. He was stoic about it. He knew everything and said, "We've got it covered, Mads. You do what you need to do, man."
I couldn't stay here in the apartment all day, and it had been a couple of weeks since I'd last visited my grandmother. Laney usually stepped in here. She visited Alma with the girls at least once a week, called her several times a week checking in and making sure the home help Henrik and I had
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