(Lizzie POV)
Holden had hardly had a moment to breathe much less any time to really pay attention to or dote on me ever since he had gotten back from vacation. Vacation … what kind of break is that if it causes your whole life to turn upside down once you return home? Now he stays busy, don't get me wrong; he works way more than eight hours a day. In fact, there are most days that he isn't even finished with work until around eight in the evening and even then he has to make himself stop. But lately, he hadn't even been able to do that and it was beginning to take its toll. I missed him … desperately.
I'm not a whiner or complainer; I'm really not. What difference would it make anyway?
I, after a while, can't help but wonder if he even thinks about me during these longs hours and days
