Less than forty-eight hours left until I leave this house.
By this time tomorrow night, I'll be on my way to the airport. Because of this realization, my mood today was arguably the most relaxed it had been this past half-month.
I made an exception and went to the supermarket, buying the handmade pasta Philip usually loved to eat, and even paired it with black truffle sauce.
At 7:30 PM, Philip arrived home on time.
Seeing the sumptuous dinner on the table, he looked somewhat surprised, then became incredibly smug.
"Wifey, what got you in the mood to cook yourself today?" He hugged me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Are you looking forward to tomorrow's anniversary party?"
"Yeah." I went along with his words, even good-naturedly helping him pull out his dining chair. "I
