Hours have passed and Kennedy has yet to come home. He didn't know why but, somehow, the thought of Kennedy staying out late at night somewhere bothered him. The thought had been wandering around in his mind for quite some time now and apparently, he was not having it. He wasn't worried, so to speak. However, he was also not-not worried. Kennedy was his wife, he had the right to think about where she was, no matter how much of a d**k he had been towards her for the past month.
Where is she? Should I start calling people?
It was nearing seven o'clock and she still wasn't home. He can't believe that he'd been waiting for her. He was lounging around in the living room with the TV turned on. Even though he wouldn't admit it, he did nothing but stare at the clock all day, watching tim
