ELARA
When I opened the door, I hesitated. Alongside the anxiety churning in my stomach, I wondered if my mind was playing tricks. The space where I was certain we left Gerald just moments ago now lay vacant.
Eyes wide and mouth agape, I dashed into the room, rushing to the bed to shove aside the grey covers. It was no joke; Gerald was indeed out of bed. "Gerald," I called softly at first. No answer
"Gerald," I called louder, hoping he might be in the bathroom.
As I suspected, "A minute," he groaned from the adjacent room.
What the hell? Just a few minutes ago, he was dead to the world! How could he be up and moving on his own? I felt a mixture of disbelief and irritation bubbling over.
Talk about the devil raining on my parade!
The loud flush of the toilet yanked me
