In the dimly lit kitchen, I stared at the clock as the minutes ticked away, each second stretching like an eternity. The aroma of the meticulously prepared dinner filled the air, yet the atmosphere was heavy with anticipation and anxiety. The soft hum of the refrigerator seemed to amplify the silence that enveloped the room.
Jason was on his way back from the airport and from the way had sounded when we had spoken an hour before I knew I was about to deal with a grumpy husband. Thankfully, I knew he was going to be back today and had taken out time to go grocery shopping earlier so I could get started on a nice dinner.
I had been to the cafe a couple of times after that and while I had run into Daniel maybe once or twice, he had refused to approach me and mostly settled for a half wave a
