Karen peered out the front blinds. It didn’t look like Jesse was coming home tonight, now that the roads were covered with snow. Her last text had been to tell her mother not to wait up.
It was odd to worry about her daily again. Jesse was 36 and recently divorced. Her father had persuaded her to move back home until she could save for something suitable. She refused at first, but his argument was convincing and she agreed on the condition that they not worry over her.
Karen sighed heavily and joined her husband in front of the television. He seemed to be able to keep his end of the bargain.
PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter