It had been a whole week. Seven days since Stephanie walked into my office with that lawyer of hers. She said she was moving back in. I got home early that day. My heart was beating fast. With the way she was on fire and how she sounded, I thought maybe she would be there. In the living room with the kids.
But she wasn't. No bags. No note. Nothing.
I thought maybe she had changed her mind. Ran off again. Back to her new life. I wasn't even surprised.
So today, when Alice knocked on my door. She's the housekeeper. She looked nervous.
"Sir," she said. "There's a woman outside. She has suitcases. I don't allow her in but she's throwing a tantrum, asking that I let her in."
I almost laughed. Really?
"Let her in, Alice," I said. I tried to sound bored. "She's my wife. It's fine."
Alice nodded and left.
