After turning the TV to the station her show was airing on, Amber sat on the couch and tried to focus on the show. However, that was easier said then then done when her marriage was falling apart and the only one that seemed to care was her. She didn't want to fight with Mishka again, but she felt as though someone needed to say something. It was one of those moments where she knew the only person that was going to do anything was her, and if anything was going to change she had to be the one to take action. It's like when you're in a group of people and you're the only one that is going to speak up against something, and it can either end really well, or it can make the situation even worse then it was before. 

Amber was carefully considering her words, trying to decide whether or not she would actually say something. Would it change anything? Was it worth the risk of things getting worse? What if Mishka got angry, or worse yet, what if he gave the answer she most feared? She bit her bottom lip as the knot in her stomach continued to grow tighter. The butterflies she had once felt when Mishka was close to her had died and turned to stabbing pain and fear of getting into another fight with him. 

A sigh left her lips as she finally made a decision. She'd ask him this single question, and pray it wouldn't lead to another confrontation. At that moment speaking became the hardest thing in the world, and took all of her energy to force her mouth to open and to form the words. 

"Mishka. . . Do you still love me?"