#Chapter292
/"Yes. Miss. Huntsberger./" She says it through gritted teeth, and I can almost feel the bitchy glare down the phone. I stay silent as she mutes me and know at least she is going to tell him I am calling. I bet she hopes he tells her to dismiss me, so she can have some pleasure at snubbing me, but I know he won’t. She doesn’t know him like I do.
It takes minutes and I am sure she is deliberating taking an age just to piss me off as I stare blankly at our bedroom wall. I hate that he is so far away, but I need to get this over and done with. Saying it aloud, saying the words might make it more real and I might feel something more than this aching gap that is robbing me of all energy and life.
