The next day, it was almost eleven in the night and there was no sign of Ashton yet. He hadn’t called her after the previous night when he informed her that his work was done. She had tried his number early the next morning but it was switched off. She thought he had boarded his flight and waited for more than nine hours.
“He should be here by now. Why isn’t he here yet?” She looked at the clock for the hundredth time in the last half an hour.
The meal that she had prepared for him had turned cold. The candles that she had set on the table were fully melted into liquid wax.
‘May be his flight got delayed at the last moment and he couldn’t inform me.” Her heart came up with pathetic little excuses to calm down her irregularly beating heart.
Half an hour later she thought, ‘what
