That heaviness lifted a notch, creating a relief but now I began to worry about her.
Was she okay being alone?
She hadn't called today. Not even a message.
The day dragged and not a single work was completed. I was a mess by the time I arrived home, which was earlier than usual. We had a date with her f*****g father.
Yay to the f*****g yay.
I pushed the front door open and stepped into the house. That eerie silence hit me like I was back to living alone with my demons.
Where is she? I wondered setting my things down. I scanned the kitchen area, living room and even upstairs but there was no sign of her. I was close to losing my s**t when I remembered the room that had been converted into a mini store for her.
I pushed the door open and found her painting. She had been so into it
