SANDRA
It was a quick decision but it was a firm one. I had instructed the taxi man to take me home… home to Don's house, a place that for a while had felt like comfort to me but now, it didn't.
I practically leaped out of the taxi as it screeched to a halt in front of the house. The expensive shopping bags swindled in my hands like there were junks, like weights I didn't wish to carry.
I didn't bother knocking, I slammed the door open, screaming his name. “Don! Don!” My voice echoed through the entire house.
I stormed through the living room, thinking he'd be watching television or something but he was there. I went upstairs to our master's bedroom but he also wasn't there. I noticed that the French doors leading to the balcony were open, the soft breeze carrying the fresh aroma of
