It’s Been Much Too Long
From Jocelyn’s Rebellion
The house was so quiet, Reggie felt as though he was creeping into a tomb. With a few lights on his home brightened, but now it was dreadfully dark. There was only the faint smell of Jocelyn in the air when he was used to a full-bodied whiff of her delicious essence. Moving from the foyer, through the living room toward his private office, that room was normally bereft of any aroma of his wife. Yet stepping inside, Reggie found Jocelyn’s fragrance was most noticeable inside these four walls. Perhaps an hour before she’d spent some time there, certainly she was somewhere in the house.
Manoeuvring through the room without a light, when he turned on his desk lamp, his eyes abruptly focused on items resting on the blotter. Pictures and
