02:25am.
And she still wasn't home.
Where could she be?
Why was she so stubborn?
Michael laid awake in his bed, unable to do as little as to close his eyes for a couple of seconds. He'd arrived home just a little after eleven and he thought she would walk in soon after his arrival, because he had assumed that she took the taxi so she wouldn't have to continue the rest of the ride home arguing with him. He had assumed wrongly - three hours and some minutes later, she still wasn't home. Michael had watched the hours roll by, every time thinking that in the next half hour to pass, she will emerge from the front door and throw him her signature eye roll.
He was worried about her, his mind wouldn't stop conceiving the horrible scenes, the fret inducing thoughts that somethin
