Chapter Six

Sitting on the front step was her husband. His head buried in his hands and tucked between his legs like a dog tucks his tail when it runs away scared. He was trying to say something through the sobs, she was unable to make it out though. It sounded like "....sorry......soo.....sor..."

Stand there was all she could do. Millions of thoughts were racing through her mind about how to respond. She didnt know anything. Mercifully breaking the tense awkwardness of the moment, he turns around to see her standing there, looking utterly lost.

He begins to stand up, struggles at first, but refuses to give up until he is standing and facing her. He looks into her eyes, takes her hand into his and tells her "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I am so tremendously sorry. I should never walk out the door like I just did, but you have to trust me. I would never betray you like that. Never ever. Has the thought crossed my mind? Perhaps, but I don't love her and I never will. Do you know why?"

She struggles to mutter a "why?" as tears are beginning to stream down her red cheeks.

"Because you are the one I love and thats the way it is. There isnt another woman in the world for me."

Chapter Five

She picks herself up off the ground. Slowly. One piece at a time. She isn't sure what to feel. Is he coming back? Is she completely wrong to think that? Who the hell did he think he was just leaving like that? She doesn't know what to do. With that thought she once again collapses onto the floor in a crying heap of wet tears.

Slowly, she once again picks herself up. Her anger had flowed away leaving an empty void that was being rapidly filled with fear. A lonely fear that left her alone in the house with nothing to do.

"I'm so scared. He's never coming back. How can I blame him? I was a bitch, an asshole, a royal prick to him. How stupid was I to think he was with that intern? He loves me and I know that. He wouldnt touch me with such a wonderfully gentle touch if he didn't. Its not possible." All of this was comprehendable only in her mind as her sobs forced her words into incomprehensible bursts of air."

She opens the door, still crying, but ready to go find him and apologize. She had no other choice she thought. Her feet never crossed the threshold.