Valerie
The waiting room was far too quiet, or maybe it was because I was alone and there were couples all around me, happy.
I looked at my phone for the tenth time but there was no message from him or missed calls.
Why did I even think he would show up?
Every tick of the clock on the wall echoed in my head like a reminder of how alone I really was. I shifted in the stiff leather chair, rubbing slow circles over the swell of my belly. The receptionist had already called me in once, but I asked for a few more minutes.
Just in case he came. But it was becoming clear he was not really coming.
He hadn’t said a word to me since our tense moment in the library four days ago. Not a text. Not a knock on my door. Not even one of those soft looks he used to give me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.
He had also been avoiding me, he was gone before I woke up and always came home late when I was asleep. At first it bothered me, but I chose to give him his space.
I blinked hard and s
