The house was empty when I got back from work.
My parents had left that morning for a two-week trip to the Poconos, a little getaway they’d been planning for months.
I didn’t mind at all. I loved the solitude, the chance to breathe without their little quarrels here and there.
When I got to my room, I kicked off my heels and padded into the bathroom.
I was grateful for the warm water pouring on my skin as I bathed, washing away the day's tension.
I dressed for the night – a simple soft silk camisole and matching shorts. I left my hair loose and damp around my shoulders.
Downstairs, I decided that after all the work stress, I deserved a proper dinner – salmon, seared with lemon and herbs, and a glass of white wine to match.
Perfect.
It took about thirty minutes to fix up a plate
