Waverly
Ben drives home in utter silence, but I haven’t got a word to say, either. I am just exhausted. My body, heart, and soul are tired. The stress of the last few months is starting to take its toll on me.
I spent the ride home with my forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window because I had a headache and I was convinced I had a fever. Everything in me just ached. All I wanted was to get home, soak in a hot bath with Epsom salt, and have a glass or three of my favorite Malbec.
Hopefully, Gretchen was successful in getting my two young ones to sleep. I don’t think I can deal with anything else tonight.
I nearly jump out of my skin when someone grabs my hand and squeezes. I look at my husband and pull my lips into something that resembles a smile. He’s been my rock toni
