When Job turned gentle, those deep, fathomless eyes of his could drown a person whole.
I almost said yes.
Then a knock came at the door, followed by Russ's voice.
"Karen, are you still up?"
I ignored the way Job's face darkened instantly and hurried over to open the door.
"I'm up. What's wrong?"
Russ stood there with his lashes lowered, fingers clutching the hem of his shirt, looking deeply unsettled. "Karen, I... ever since I lost my sight, I've developed anxiety. I'm a little scared. I can't sleep."
How could anyone in this world be so pitiful?
My heart ached beyond words. I took Russ's hand and murmured softly, "Don't be scared. I'll stay with you until you fall asleep, then I'll come back."
I guided him toward his room, but Job lost it. He stepped between us, blocking our path.
"Karen, you can't go sleep in another man's room. I'm your husband!"
Russ said nothing. His eyes just turned red. And with that, the scales in my heart tipped completely in his favor.
I pulled him behind me and glared at Job. "Job, can you show a little decency? Can't you see Russ isn't well? Would it kill you to give him this?"