Second Chance?

A mug of lukewarm coffee sat untouched in Garnet’s hand, the steam swirling into the air like wisps of guilt. Shame gnawed at her insides, its acidic bite worse than any hangover she had ever experienced.

Yesterday, fueled by a concoction of paranoia and anger, she had accused Bill of drugging and taking advantage her. The words, harsh and accusatory, hung in the air like thunderclouds, threatening to unleash a storm of righteous anger. But the storm never came.

Thor as usual, calm and unflinching even in the most treacherous moments had simply gone and gathered all the evidence he could find and displayed it before unceremoniously kicking Laverne out of their lives. After that he had disappeared, leaving her to wonder where he had gone and she had gone home after work waiting for him to return. She had spent all night pacing about and wondering where he was.

The truth had at last laid to rest the seed of paranoia which had taken root deep in her mind from the first time she had met