Josh walked into the living room and collapsed onto the couch next to Alix. On the grand scheme of things, he had finished far more deadlier and physically demanding days on a monthly basis. But no job had the emotional turmoil and consequences than today. He had hoped secretly hoped his wife had already made it to bed asleep so he didn’t have to go through the agony of confronting her.

“I’m sorry,” he said breaking the silence, not having the confidence to look at her.

He sat there in silence, not sure what to say. 

[b]“I really fucked up. I should have been honest with you.”[/b]

He paused momentarily staring at some invisible mark on the wall.

[b]“I was scared..."[/b] He buried his face into his hands. How did his life end up like this. Every wrong decision, every lie, every job for the mafia had been compounding until it all exploded into what had transpired today.

[b]"This isn’t an excuse... but I was scared of losing you. Alix, I kill people for a living. I.. I just didn’t see how you could love me after knowing that.”[/b]

He remained rooted on the couch, too afraid to look at her.