Carla had woken to an empty house and lay in bed for a while going over the stupid argument with Bradley last night. They rarely disagreed and it hurt that they’d not settled things before bed. He hadn’t come to the bedroom and she wasn’t convinced he’d even stayed in the house for long. His obsession with work at the moment wasn’t the reason but it didn’t make anything easier.
The need for coffee drove her downstairs, not bothering to shower and still wearing her dressing gown. Another day stretched ahead with this heaviness in her heart the only constant.
There was a note on the counter.
Sorry about last night, baby. Let’s go out for dinner tonight. Have some us time. Love you.
Her lips curled up and some of the sadness lifted.
Going out for dinner didn’t appeal. It would be a long
