The capital city didn't exactly help Evelyn relax.
For one, it was loud, busy, and full of people who seemed to think traffic laws were optional.
And to make things worse, on her very first day here, her husband had come home injured.
Not just a paper-cut or a bruise.
No.
She had seen enough to know that the wound was quite deep; luckily, it didn't puncture any of his vital organs or veins.
What made it even more strange was that the wound was clean, and the puncture area looked like a knife puncture.
So it must be a knife wound—
Someone had stabbed her husband!
And the fact that Axel brushed it off like it was nothing only made her curiosity deepen.
She wasn't stupid. She knew he didn't just accidentally bump into a sharp object.
He'd fought with someone, probably won, too, because he was still walking and breathing.
But she didn't push him for answers.
