The door slammed. She kicked off her shoes, dropped her bag. Coat off.
She called for Rob. No answer came.
She put the kettle on, calling for him again. “Want a cuppa?”
She called his name once more.
The house was still.
She moved through the rooms automatically.
Searched upstairs. Where was he?
Outside, the night was drawing in.
Checking her phone, she messaged him. The screen went black.
Exhaling frustration, she sat on the sofa with her tea. Rob’s tea on a coaster, waiting for his return.
She woke alone in bed.
It took her a moment to remember.
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