Homecoming

Chapter 30

Once I closed the door of the apartment, I sprawled. I didn't understand anything. Absolutely nothing. Fear, pain, joy and desire lombered by my body. Fear that I can all lose everything and from what I was actually let out it. Pain that I said my dead husband and which I would never ever want to experience on my own body. The joy and desire for Max and the new life that offered me as on the gold plate. The emotions and feelings I suppressed so far, paid to the surface and I didn't know with them. If he wasn't crazy from me, so I was on a good way to happen.

I granded my cotton and tired he bolved him. I was after all pages so exhausted that I didn't even think. I just sat and stared in a blba without a mind of flying me as well as just one thought.

Mobile was built in my purse. I had her right next to myself but didn't want to pick up my hand to choose it. Since the ringtone did not stop, I didn't have another option. I leaned a bit to get to him and pick up the call. He has secured me when Sister's number and not Max appeared on the dispay.

"Hi," I greeted her.

"So you're finally at home?" She was asking me.

"Already," I smiled.

"Are you going to work tomorrow?"

"Yes but up to the tenth, why?" I have shouted in a non-borough before.

"I'd like to stop at you in the morning if you didn't mind."

"Sure not! You are always welcome at me. "

"Super, I look forward to," There was a short pause, "and will you be on your address or Max's?"

What? I realized but externally I didn't marry my nervousness.

"I'll be home, at home," I stressed.

"So fine, tomorrow we see and don't worry, I'm not gonna hold you long," she added.

I normally started thinking about whether it wasn't a mistake. She certainly had something behind the luba, but now I didn't mean to think about it. In the head, I have overlooked more important things as it was, to embarrass over what naughty questions will want to get me the nurse tomorrow.

I put off my phone and went to bedroom. I opened a window to drive a little fresh air and rolled up on the bed. Tumbling inch I circled after sore sleep and wondering what further. The bird of reality was lying to his chest as a boulder of death.

I stretched my hand to take a photo on the night table we were together with Jack. He smiled at me and he had the shine in his eyes that I always gone to him when he was just looking at me.

I'm slowly forgotten at him, and it scared me. I said him when I melted in Max's embrace? She would like him? Would you wish for me like that is max? Would my choice approved?

If he lived, probably not! I sniffed my own subconscious.

I sighed loudly and covered my face with palms. It's too too much, I heard my own voice and earlier, as if melancholic memories were swallowed again, I quickly bloomed broken shards from his mind and heart to make a place to make something new. Moving finally further, I've gotten myself.

After a long time I picked up, he took a photo into his hand again and instead of returning her to his place for a nightstand, where he belonged, I put her in the Šuflík on the same side, the picture down. Why? I haven't even knew that at this moment.

I have exceeded my suitcase that has still laid comfortable on the ground and burned under a stream of hot water. I left her to wash her from my pliech all fear and concerns that blamed me. Only when the leather began to burn and I had her red as a cray I climbed from the shower. I quickly dried, washed my teeth and swallowed one aspirin.