TESSA
He was on the phone. He didn't look pleased to be talking to whoever had called him. And judging from how high pitched the voice was, I could tell it was a woman. I tried not to pay attention to what he was saying and focus on my food but with how calmly and soft spoken he was to her, I couldn't help but feel some type of way.
I quickly finished my meal and started to do the dishes, deliberately creating noises to avoid listening in to his conversation with her.
“Yes, I know. I do miss you too…” who is she? And why did my husband miss her?
I couldn't be family, he would have told me about her. Unless you're not that important for him to tell you everything about his life. My mind reminded me and I bit the insides of my mouth.
I finished the dishes and wiped my hands dry before t
