Sasha returned to her room to find that her friends had left. Janet left her a text message. She read it and fell on the bed.
What was she going to do today?
She thought about the story Vanessa told her and wondered how it would feel if someone knocked on her door, and when she opened it, she could find him there, and he'd say, "You are my wife, wherever you are." How sweet that would be, she thought as she sighed and repeated the same thing to herself, but sadly, it's only a thought.
She sighed and brought out her heater; it was going to snow soon, and it was already getting cold.
Christmas was around the corner, and she found herself wishing to make up with her husband before it finally arrived; she walked out of her room with her car key, she couldn't stay home all day, or she'd kil
