GLENDA'S POV
It's been two days since Maurice left for business and the house felt empty. His absence only made me realize how deeply I was aware of his presence. I had thought I avoided him well enough not to notice his absence. This only proves how wrong I was.
As I lay in bed, my thoughts involuntarily stirred towards Maurice, I felt the rise of bile in my throat, the urge to throw up. I immediately scampered out of the bed and headed for my bathroom.
With my head bent over the water closet, I retched, expelling whatever was left in my stomach from the previous day. I raised my head slowly, heaving tiredly. The activity was exhausting.
And this was becoming a habit. For the past few days, my visit to the restroom was becoming habitual. I would wake with the perpetual urge to vomit.
