It was almost 9pm on the dot when I finally turned off the stove. The hissing sound of the gas stopped and silence enveloped me. This silence knew my name.
I laughed bitterly at the thought that it was more comforting than the presence of my husband. How I want him here and I don't all at the same time. I love him, dearly so, and he's been dwindling hard with the commitments he has made to me. Days turned to weeks and even though I'm patient, I could feel my breaking point was near.
I didn't know it would be tonight.
Dinner was ready, the table was set, he texted back during the day, assuring me that today he'll make it on time.