I was on the couch, pondering. I'm done crying but my eyes are still fluffy as I think about my conversation with Hugh’s mother. 

It’s snowing outside and I’m just watching the snow fall like a raindrops. I’m in front of the fireplace. It’s almost night, and Hugh is not yet back. I've been waiting for him since then.

He told me this morning that we’ll eat our dinner outside but I think I can’t go with all these thoughts inside my head. I just want to throw myself into ...