Joss
Two days.
It had been two days since Arielle had walked out of our home.
Two days since she had moved in with Tori and Sam.
And the house had never felt so empty.
I told myself I was giving her space.
That she needed time to calm down.
That eventually she’d come home.
But every time I walked through the house, I felt her absence.
Her favourite mug was still in the kitchen.
Her books were still on the shelves.
Photographs of us still hung on the walls.
Four years of our life surrounded me.
Yet she wasn’t here to share it.
Clare was.
And somehow that made the emptiness even worse.
I sat behind my desk, trying to concentrate on pack reports.
I couldn’t.
My mind kept returning to Arielle.
Was she eating?
Was she sleeping?
Was she crying?
Was she thinking about me?
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