She wanted to know about him so badly. There was no one to ask, no one to reach out to, no one to trust. She sat alone in her house. The house she decorated for him. Some of his things still in place even if she is the only one that knows they are there. The carpets she bought so his dog wouldn’t be scared by her hardwood floors. She wanted to know how he was. She wanted to know how he was dealing with the world, his world, without her.

Time has passed. A lot of time. There were days when she was ok. There were days when she had not wanted to know. She had days of distraction when he didn’t cross…