The kitchen and living room lights were on. He sat on the couch, one leg propped up and the TV tuned into the news channel. By the time she had closed the door, he had the turned off the TV and waited for her at the kitchen island. “I sent you a text. Did you not get it?” ...
Sarah didn’t have the normal fatigue she had grown used to within her, however. She smiled at the thought. Perhaps taking an extra day during the middle of the week had done her some good. She rolled onto her back and grinned at the feeling of being wide awake and fatigue ...
Her mascara was running down her cheeks. She tossed her bag unceremoniously onto the ground and walked into the living room. She kicked off her shoes and threw herself down onto the couch. “I am so stupid,” she muttered to herself. She felt her ...
The far wall was just glass, and a steady stream of not-to-bright sun was shining through the filtered windows. The chairs were a soft. comfortable leather, embellished with molding and gold burnishments. A huge table kept the seven people well apart from one another, with its shining top. ...