Xavier
My stomach growled with hunger. I was looking forward to lunch at home, which was ironic, considering that my wife and I hardly ever had moments of peace before she miraculously returned to me.
Sasha and I were like water and fire, never getting along. This newness felt so unreal.
I got home and walked up to her room to see her, to watch her eyes light up when she gazed adoringly at me—that kind of thing. But when I got there, the room was quiet and empty. The bed was made, and there was no sign of her anywhere.
"Where is my wife?" I asked the maid passing by with a basket of towels.
She paused. "She left around 11 and said she'd be back soon."
I glanced at the hallway clock. It was 3:00 PM.
"Did she say where she was going?"
The maid shook her head. "No, sir."
I dismissed
