Thirty-FiveTime passed slowly with each day melting into the next. I'd practically become a shut-in. I was too afraid to leave the house in case he called – but he didn't.
I spent my mornings in the garden sipping coffee and my afternoons reading; the cordless phone always by my side. I checked my e-mail frequently, but there was nothing. On several occasions, my fingers frustratingly dialed his office number only to hang-up when it rang. Once I let it go as far as voice mail, but apprehension prevented me from speaking, so I hung up. Besides, what was I going to say – “I miss you”? It was the truth, but scaring him off was the last thing I wanted, though I was quite sure I had already done that.
Patience is a virtue, my mother's voice whispered inside my head.
“Screw virtue!” I yelled,
