As the midday sun spread golden fingers of light through the kitchen window, Katherine tried to go about her daily chores as though nothing was bothering her. To little avail. Sighing, she used her wrist to wipe her forehead and then began pressing freshly kneaded dough into a bread tin. Perhaps today would be the day Trey returned home. Did he miss her, she wondered, as much as she missed him? Or was he thinking about their last argument and the ultimatum she’d given him to return unharmed or else she’d make him sorry? How she regretted those impetuous words. He’d needed her comfort that night, her understanding, as he dealt with the emotions of the past. But she’d offered only accusations and shrewish demands. That wasn’t the way she wanted him to remember her while he was gone. In a matter of seconds, her mind skipped from worry to dread to fear and back to worry again. Furious at herself, she pounded at the dough, kneading with vicious intent. If only she had some news of him.
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