He didn't come home in one month as planned. Deja hadn't talked to him but once in two months. Their lines of communication were almost nonexistent. Seeds of doubt began to enter what felt like a perfect union.
"I understand he's busy. But why can't he call you at least once a week? Would that be asking too much?" Momma Olivia asked Pearl, agitated.
"I don't know. Trenton texted me that he has a lot of responsibility for his missions, and his agents expect a lot from him. I wish it weren't so hard to hear his voice."
"You can go home. I'm certainly missing you." Momma Olivia tells her daughter.
"I know, but I'm going to stay here and wait for Trent."
~*~
Two months have gone by already. This month was worse than the last. Deja didn't know if he was alive or dead. But relief came th
