CHAPTER 76

SABRINA’S POV

"What are you worrying your head about for?” my mom asked as she came down the stairs into the living room, stifling a sleepy yawn.

"Mom, it's been three days. Three days and my husband isn't home," I complained, a sad, dejected feeling washing over me in full, drowning waves. 

"So? Is that why you’re pacing about the living room? I bet you didn’t even get a good night’s sleep,” she said, checking the imported gold-themed clock hanging on the wall. ...