He lit another cigarette, tossed the lighter onto the bare table, and sat down in the chair, taking a deep pull of tobacco into his lungs. Exhaling slowly, he closed his eyes and slid a shaking hand down his face. The house was empty. Silent. So quiet he could hear the house creaking and sighing due to the summer"s sun heating up and expanding the structure as it sat on its foundations. She wasn"t home. Again. Not home. On a day he knew she wasn"t working at the hospital. So, where was she? Why was she gone so much?
Anne hadn’t been home for over a month. Hadn’t talked to her for over a month. No messages. No phone calls. No emails. Her mother said she hadn’t seen Anne either. Had no idea where she might be. So, dammit, where was she?
Where was his wife, for chrissakes.
He sat back in t
