SEVENTEEN: ARE WE DIVORCING?

[Shaira’s POINT OF VIEW ]

I glanced at the wall clock and kept checking the window, anticipating his car to arrive. Lately, he's been coming home a bit late. He even missed a few dinners with me and his son.

I jolted when the phone inside my pocket rang. I slid my hand into my pocket and took my phone to check the caller's ID. My lips formed a smile as my eyes read the caller's ID.

"I'm coming home. I brought something for our dinner, but if you two are hungry you may eat first. I don't want to compromise your health."

"Alright. Take care and drive safely. I love you," I uttered.

" I love you too."

Before I could respond, the call had dropped already. I heaved a heavy breath as I placed my phone on top of the table at the sala. Then, I headed to our small garden where my son was busy taking pictures of flowers.

"Josh, wash your hands. We'll be having dinner now," I uttered.