I’m not sure why I flirted or said I was looking forward to him returning. There is too much to do and I don’t even know why I feel like this toward him.
My mind goes back to the house and I take one long look around.
It's not surprising that the house is a mess considering the circumstances, but I should have expected it. The house has been uninhabited for thirteen years. The white drapes that cover everything in the room create an otherworldly ambiance, but the layer of dust that coats every surface is a reminder of time gone by. Although most of the windows are broken, upon inspection, everything else is in decent shape.
Some of the windows have chips and when I inspect the windows on the second floor, I realize some have been broken. I’m not sure why some wanted to do such a thing,
