I stare out the window all day, barely moving. My thoughts oscillate between I did the right thing and I’m so f*****g dead when Aaron gets home. Maybe I shouldn’t have done something so drastic. Maybe I shouldn’t have dumped the pills. But there was a time when he hadn’t needed them, wasn’t there? So he doesn’t need them now.
It’s a little too late for regrets anyway, isn’t it?
He comes home a little after two. I see him pull into the driveway and feel my heart begin to pound in my throat. This is it. There’s a very good chance he’s going to walk out on me in the next hour, I know. But I did what I needed to do. I did it for him.
Will he see that? Will he realize it?
God, I hope so.
I sit on the sofa with my hands folded together, waiting as I hear his heavy work boots clomp up the st
