Chapter Fourteen
Naomi and Jamaal went home that night to a quiet, sullen house. He remained barely polite as she remained a bit pathetically desperate to please him, including abiding by his declaration that he didn’t want to talk. She eased her aching body into a long, warm bubble bath, confusingly abuzz with the combination of an amazing s****l experience and a disintegrating marriage. She had an early ER shift the next morning, and left the house before her slumbering husband had stirred. None of her texts during the day were answered, and when she hurried home twelve hours later, he was completely gone.
That meant literally expunged from her life as though he had never been there. The house had been meticulously gone through and every last photo of him, even with her, any book or CD
