As I stepped into the room, I was surprised to see a woman sitting on the sofa, staring at us with a blank expression. Tychus immediately tensed up, and I could see the fear in his eyes. I felt uneasy, wondering who this woman could be and why Tychus was so afraid. The confidence he exuded before we walked into the room had evaporated instantly.
The woman slammed the door shut behind her . She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving with anger and disbelief. In front of her, she saw her husband, standing beside me, a woman she had never seen before.
Suddenly, the woman stood up and walked towards us. Tychus tried to speak, but she interrupted him.
“You must be Tychus’ little girlfriend,” she said, with a hint of bitterness in her voice. “I’m his wife.”
I stared at her. She was not much to look at, she had an athletic build. She was toned in the right places. Reminded me of the first Aunt Viviane in the Fresh Prince of Bel Air.
Tychus tried to explain, but his words were drowned out by the anger and hurt in his wife’s voice.
