Matthew
I keep pacing back and forth in the living room.
I can't believe she hung up on me!
Where the hell is she?
"Matthew, are you alright, son?" Marishka asks.
I stop pacing and look at her. "Err…yeah. Did you talk to Sarah? Is she coming home soon?"
Marishka raises her eyebrow. "She just told me she will not be home for dinner. Why, is there something wrong?"
I run a hand through my hair, my jaw tightening. "No, nothing's wrong. I just…I don't know. I expected her to be home by now."
Marishka gives me a long look, the kind that sees right through me. "You miss her," she says simply.
I scoff, turning away. "It's not that. She's out with Rebecca, and she didn't even think to check the time. I just—"
"You miss her," she repeats, a small smile on her face. "It's okay to miss your wife, Matthew. Especially your new wife."
