Unbeknownst to Sarah, the man she still loved was pulling into his apartment complex on the other side of the city, exhausted after a hectic shift.
Thank God I decided to relocate closer to work, he realized. I can’t imagine driving more than ten minutes after the night we just had.
He parked his truck and wearily climbed the stairs to his apartment door. Once inside, Tim kicked off his shoes, then wandered down the hall to the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, he was standing in front of his refrigerator in his sweatpants, trying to decide whether he had enough energy left to cook himself something to eat. A random thought popped unbidden into his tired mind and set every nerve ending alight.
One of Sarah’s omelets would be perfect right now.
“Damn. I haven’t thought about that in for
