"I'm hungry." With that comment Alix stood up and walked out the room. Josh stood there stunned. He never imagined what this moment would be like, but he thought there would be more... more of something. The fact his wife calmly left the room wasn’t a good sign. He followed her down the stairs to the kitchen. Going to the kitchen, he pulled out the opened bottle of wine from the fridge and poured two glass. 

[b]“You’ll going to need this,[/b]” he said as he passed a glass to Alix. 

[b]“There’s more to me that you should know.”[/b] He drained his glass in seconds and poured a second one. At any moment he felt like he might lose the courage and run out the front door. To distract himself and to soften what is about to come, he turned on the stove to start boiling the water for Alix’s favourite pasta dish.

[b]“Look, when we got engaged, I had a problem. I couldn’t legally get married because I shouldn’t even be in the country.”[/b] Josh emptied the packet into the hot pot as he spoke. He was too nervous to look Alix in the eye. His frantic cooking attempted to hide his shaking hands.

[b]“I was too afraid of losing you so I went to an old Friend who had connections to...”[/b]
Josh paused mid sentence. Looking towards the door with a tomato in one hand, running down the street was a tempting option. He left the tomato on the bench and walked over the family photo on the wall. All four of them at the hospital after Luca’s birth. Taking it off the wall clutching it in two hands. 

[b]“I’m sorry Alix.”[/b] he whispered. His gaze never left the photo of the four of them.

[b]“I felt like I had no choice. In exchange for a real identity here in Britain I agreed to undertake some unsavoury business for some bad people.”[/b]

He clutch the photo frame as his hands shook. His knees weak. He felt like he needed to vomit.

He turned to Alix.

[b]“I agreed to kill for them.”[/b]