“Em, please.” Liza continues.
“Listen, I need to go. Patrick is waiting for me. Let me know when you are home. I am going to have movers come get my stuff. Be safe.” I hang up on her. I can’t listen to any of that anymore. Tomorrow is Friday. It just about a week until she returns. I will have to deal with her soon, but I will cross that bridge when we get to it. I sit on the chair and finish my wine in the cool air before going in.
I walk inside and close the door behind me. Patrick continues to type on the computer, not realizing that I have come into the room. I walk up and sit next to the computer on the table… He doesn’t notice me still. I sigh, we need to reconnect now and get back into our swing. I stand up and toss down my pajama sh
