Jack isn’t in the bed when I wake up in the morning. He’s also not in the bathroom, living room, or kitchen. I don’t see him in the back yard either. His truck is till here though and the snow is still thick so I know he has to be around here somewhere. I decide to sit and read while I wait for him.
The hours begin passing by, my anxiety rising with them. I start pacing through the living room worrying my bottom lip. Just as I’m about to put my winter gear on Jack comes walking through the door with a blank expression on his face.
He doesn’t say anything or even look me as he walks past me into his room. I sit on the couch playing with my fingers until he comes back out. Is he mad at me?
“Are you ok?” I stand from the couch walking towards
“Fine” he walks past me again into the k
