I was in my oversized sweater while I waited for him to come home. I am restless. I can’t count how many times I practiced what I’m gonna say to him. I didn’t know what to say to be honest. I couldn’t decide on things. I just cried and blamed myself all throughout. That’s why when the lift opened and his figure showed up, I was tongue tied.

”Elijah,” I uttered his name.

His dark and tired eyes fixed into me. I stood up to meet him so I could start to explain, but really, no ...