I checked the time from the vintage-looking analog clock on the wall of the cafe and noticed that it’s already ten minutes past the time we agreed to meet.
I sighed as I checked my messages on the phone, hoping that I had missed a message from him telling me that he’s going to be late tonight. But he didn’t send me a message that he’s going to be late. I wonder if he has an emergency operation.
Isaiah has never been late when it comes to our dinner dates. Just today. And I can’t stop myself from feeling something weird in my gut. I am not the kind of wife who survives on gut-feels but I think that’s what I’m exactly doing now.
I sat beside the glass wall and watched the heavy rain pour. I didn’t bring my car because I was supposed to ride with Isaiah but he’s nowhere to be found. I am s
