Marissa walked by the picture window for the umpteenth time today. She was certain Rob wouldn’t be home this evening but every time she saw headlights she looked.
She had already given the boys dinner, helped them with their homework, gave them baths; and since school had been canceled the next day for the snow, they had played a board-game together before going to bed.
Now, completely alone, her loneliness multiplied. She wasn’t allowed to call. He had made that clear. He was busy working. He would be home when he got there.
She poured herself a drink.
This week’s photo: © Dale Rogerson