It was strange walking into a completely empty and quiet house. Not even Fred and Wilma were here to greet me. CeCe and Trey had taken them for me since Ashley had been asking for a pet. They hoped it would be a good way to test how responsible she’d be in caring for one. I didn’t call or text anyone about when I’d be back. I knew they’d all show up here at some point if I did, and I needed just a few more hours alone.
I’d been second
guessing myself since yesterday. Was I doing the right thing? I’d thought my
decision was a good one, that the time at the resort had given me some much
needed clarity, but being back home now I wasn’t so sure. Dropping my small overnight
bag on the floor, I dropped down onto the couch and let out a forced exhale
before digging through my purse to locate my phone.
I’d dreaded
turning it back on, but I knew I couldn’t ignore everything forever. Once it was
powered up, a flurry of dings rang out as all the missed messages started
coming through. Text messages and voicemails, some from the kids, but most were
from Marcus. I read through the messages from the kids, they all had the same
tone, they hoped I was okay, that they would take care of things while I was
gone, each one made me smile. It felt good to know they were supportive of the
time I needed. My thumb hovered over Marcus’ name in the list, highlighting it, I hit the little
trashcan at the top of the screen. Confirm
Delete? I hesitated for a moment, I’d told myself I wanted to hear anything
he had to say directly not through text or voicemail, but maybe these messages
could let me better prepare myself for when I had to face him.
