Come on, baby. Come home… Where are you…?
He paced around the empty living room. He’s been doing it for over an hour, pausing every now and then. He was restless, uneasy, worried… desperate. Desperate to see her. Desperate to hear from her. Desperate for something… anything. He stopped abruptly in front of the wall that had a frame with their picture on it. He placed both his palms against the wall on either side of the picture as he studied their smiling faces. He can still remember clearly the day that picture was taken.