I pray that Scott is in when I arrive home at nine thirty. I’m desperate to talk about what happened tonight and he is the only person who’ll do.
Aside from the fact that Katie and Dani are out, they aren’t as good as listening as Scott is. No disrespect to them, but no one is. And after tonight’s trauma, I need someone to do some serious listening.
I remind myself, however, that it is a Saturday night and Scott hasn’t been around on a Saturday night since since the dinosaurs roamed the Earth – or at least that’s how it feels. The point is, I’m not holding out much hope.
As I put my key in the door and push it open, I spot Scott’s coat on the coat rack, hanging next to mine. The sight makes my heart skip with happiness. Scott’s home and I know I’m going to be okay.
His keys are on th
