There were so many goodbyes, movings, and papers to be signed, that the week was blurred with activity. With her mother, Sabrina entered a tiny house in her hometown, which, while small, was homey and cozy. Leila's neighbors accepted her as family. The rooms felt simple and warm again. There, Sabrina was just Sabrina, hardly ever "Mrs. Thompson." She could breathe.
But as the days went by, a pang crept into her chest. She had heard not a single word from Benedict. No text messages, no phone calls, nothing. She was glad somewhere deep inside that it was easy to forget the pain of his neglect when he was not near; however, as her departing day approached, the pain slithered its way back inside. She would come back to a cold, empty house, a husband hardly glancing at her, and a marriage that
