The bottle of alcohol rolled down and met my feet, I didn’t know what to say, I saw a couple of more bottle on the table, I have never known my husband to be an alcoholic, maybe a bear every day, but it was never more than that, he drank twice in a week, that was his rule, and it was always one bottle a day, and nothing more than that.
He turned to look at me, and he had a smile on his face.
“Did they store close or was it another to Thanksgiving shopping, I know how they can be so hectic and look at that, you don’t even have a bag with you.” He smiled.
This was not meant to happen.
“I can explain.” I whispered, I was never meant to come home this late, I had thought I will be in and out of the house before ten minutes and like I know, Patrick was watching the game and I knew that I ca
