Mark had already showered and was staring at the television set when she arrived. Heather let herself into the house, calling a quick hello before slipping into the kitchen. She placed the six-pack of beer into his refrigerator and tossed the grocery bag into the trash. Leaving her bag and keys on the kitchen table, she returned to the living room to inquire if Mark wanted a drink right now.
As she entered the room, Heather noticed the now dark television screen and the eerie silence of the room. Mark sat at the end of the couch, clutching the remote and staring off into space. Judging from his stance, Heather suspected he was angry about something. She wondered what she had done to make him mad considering she’d been gone for several days. He had sounded eager to see her when she’d calle
