With just two subjects aland the rest of her days were spent at the library, sitting on her butt, doodling and yet her body felt like she did manual labor all day.
She cracked her back by putting her hands on her hips and arching her body side by side.
"I'd kill for a good massage right now," she mumbled to herself, straightening her back.
The house is quiet as usual, she noticed as she took the hallway, leading to her room—Matthew's room as well.
A bitter smile curved on her lips with the thought of her husband that she decided to skip dinner for she lost her appetite.
"Two weeks and you couldn't take a few minutes of your time to inform me of your whereabouts and whatever you're doing."
The sarcasm mixed with self-pity oozed from her words that were bounced and returned to her by the emptiness of her room.
Lilly Rose shoulders slumped and a soft sigh escaped her mouth as she threw her tired body on the bed.
