Isha
The silence in the house is nothing new, but it feels different now. I felt like an intruder in my own home. This is the home she wanted. I just knew it, which means he must have brought her here when I was out. I picked up my phone and scrolled through our messages. Most of them were him telling me he was going to be late, or crashing at the office. All inquiries were from me. Asking if he wanted to eat lunch together, or was there something he wanted for dinner? There were a lot of, hi, babes, I miss you, how are you doing today? All from me. His responses were one-word answers. Busy. No. Fine. All the red flags were there, and I just ignored them, because I wanted to. I found a text about three weeks ago where I said I was driving to Denver for my salon appointment. I li
