LITTLE DROPS OF WATER
Sylvester heaved a sigh of relief as Emily walked out of the house. He heard the car start up and the engine rev, and somewhere in him was a peace that calmed his soul.
When Emily left the house, there was a smile on her face. It was unlike there had ever been since they had been married, and for the first time in three years, things seemed to be looking up.
‘Optimism?’ his mind sought to tear down his hopes, but he didn’t mind it. A fair dose of skepticism was allowed. Besides…he was sure that Emily couldn’t just go from wanting to divorce him one day, to loving him wholeheartedly the next.
“No,” he said to himself out loud, leaning into the soft cushioning of the couch. “Not optimism. Hope,”
He reminded himself that hope was something different. It was more tha
