“She’s gone?” I repeated the words Joseph said. My sleep clouded brain could not fully understand what he was talking about.
He began to pace the length of the sitting room. “She’s gone, John, she didn’t even leave a note.” He fisted his hands in his hair and pulled.
Ouch!
That would definitely hurt. I moved close to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Please calm down and tell me what happened?”
He stopped pacing and turned to me with eyes that were red with worry and fear. “After she stormed out of the kitchen, I followed her upstairs where she had already begun packing her clothes. All my pleas fell on deaf ears. She said all sorts of nasty things to me, things I can’t even mention.” He shook his head, clearly distressed.
“Okay, and then what happened after?” I persisted.
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