For a moment, there was silence. Then, Astor let out a long, heavy sigh. It was a sound of pure frustration.
He rolled over onto his back and opened his eyes. He stared up at the ceiling, refusing to look at me.
"I just want one night of peace, Faith," he said. His voice was tired and rough. "Please. I am exhausted."
"I am not going to fight you," I said.
"I know that if we start talking, it will just turn into an argument," he said. "You will ask me questions and I will get angry then we will yell and I don't have the energy for it tonight."
He started to turn away again.
I made a decision. I wasn't going to let him turn away.
I didn't walk around to my side of the bed. Instead, I climbed right onto the mattress from the bottom.
I crawled on my hands and knees until I was right ne
