Laura
It’s been exactly two weeks since I last saw Stephen in person. First, it was the board of his company giving him issues, then my doctor appointment had to be changed.
When Stephen called me the day after he left to talk about this floor in the building, I thought he was going to get me home the next day for some reason. But nope, here I am, sitting on the couch with my father, watching TV.
“What’s wrong? That’s like the tenth sigh I’ve heard from you in the last hour,” my dad said.
“I’m wondering if this is the beginning of the end for me and Stephen,” I told my father.
My father picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Then he turned to me and said, “What’s going on in your mind, Laura?”
I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. My eyes were starting to fill with tears. “
