Hazel

As William’s car pulled away, I climbed the stairs slowly to my room, wishing I was the one going back to work. The thought of my own desk, the routine of the workday, seemed infinitely more appealing than the hollow emptiness of the house. I missed working as a customer service agent, I missed the challenges, the push, and I definitely missed learning new things. I sighed exasperatedly as I climbed the stairs, one step at a time.

On reaching the stairs landing, my phone rang. It was ...