For The Love Of Clair

Part 5- Robyn

     I woke up in a bit of a shock after realising Enzo never came to bed last night. The window was on his side of the room and he usually closed the curtains before going to sleep. The curtains were open. The sun was shining on my face. Where is my husband?
     I checked my phone to see if he had called or texted to let me know he wasn't going to be here this morning. Nothing. I did, however, see a missed call from Clair at 10:30 last night. I had fallen asleep before then so I missed it. I called her back.
     "Hello?" She answered. She sounded tired, like I'd just woken her up. I felt bad.
     "Hi, sorry did I wake you up?" I said. "I just saw that you called last night." I said.
     "I've been awake for a while. Just haven't had my coffee yet." She giggled.
     "You called last night?" I reminded her.
     "Oh yeah. Just needed someone to talk to. Don't worry about it. I'm fine" she said as if to brush the topic off. "Am I meeting you for breakfast today?" I could hear the smile in her voice. I looked at the empty bed next to me.   The place where Enzo was supposed to be. I needed to find him today.
     "I can't today,sorry. I'm busy with family stuff. Maybe tomorrow though" I said.
     "Ok, that's perfectly fine. See you tomorrow" she giggled.After she hung up I sat there for a moment, upset that I had to cancel breakfast with Clair. But now I had to find Enzo. Where could he be? I checked the living room for Enzo, assuming he'd be asleep on the couch.   The only thing that was on the couch was a bowl of stale popcorn from last night.
     After calling Enzo multiple times with no luck, I called some people from Enzo's office to ask if he'd been called into work at the last minute. Everyone said he wasn't there. I began to get annoyed with him so I left the situation for now.
     I got out of bed and began to make breakfast for myself. French toast, dusted with icing sugar. And drizzled with some fine maple syrup, right from canada- or so it advertised on the bottle. I enjoyed my breakfast on the counter of my kitchen table listening to my favourite songs while wearing one of Enzo's old T-shirts that fit me like a dress. My hair was tied up in a messy bun and I was having a blast.
     Dolce begged for food so I let him have a small bite of my french toast. He smiled happily and continued to beg for more before he was distracted by the sound of the garage door opening. I turned my body towards the garage door, still sitting criss-crossed on the countertop.
     Slowly, Enzo began to approach the kitchen wearing his grey sweatpants and sweater from last night. His hair was messy and he looked tired. I looked at him up and down and then placed my plate of food down on the counter in front of me. He looked at me, waiting for me to say something. I took my time to finish my last bite of food, washing it down with some coffee.  I looked at him and pulled my knees up to my chest and tilted my head at him. A trick I use to let him know I'm annoyed.
     "Welcome home" I said with no expression in my voice. He began to walk closer.
     "You made breakfast?" He looked down at my plate. I nodded slowly.
     "And you didn't even leave a note?" I made my voice the same tone he had.
     "I was going to, but I was in a hurry"
     "Enzo, someone must have been dying for you to leave your wife at home alone without leaving a note, or text or even answering your phone" I jumped down from the counter and slipped my plate towards him before turning around and washing my hands. He didn't say a word.
     "Are you going to tell me where you were or is it still a secret?" I turned to look at him as he finished the french toast. Once he finished he slid the plate back to my side of the counter and wiped his face with a napkin.
     "Still a secret" he said, and then left the kitchen. My jaw dropped. Who says that to their wife? I followed him upstairs without saying a word but was sure to make it clear I was pissed. I changed my clothes, brushed my hair and put on some makeup until I looked hot.
     "Where are you going?" he said as he leaned against the bathroom door frame.
     "You don't tell me where you went so I don't have to tell you where I'm going." I said, not looking at him.
     "Robyn, you aren't leaving the house like that. Your ass sticks out here and your tits are almost showing"
     "Almost?" I said looking down at my shirt. I pulled it down a bit, revealing more of my breasts. "Better?" I managed to say without cracking a smile.
     "No" he reached towards me and pulled my shirt up. "How about we just talk, okay?"I thought about it for a moment, then realised I'd be wasting my time. He doesn't want to talk, he just wants to stop me from leaving the house looking this good.
     "I don't feel like talking to Enzo, and I'm sure you don't either" I said. I shoved past him and grabbed my small handbag off the dresser. "I won't be home until later" I said, and then proceeded to leave the house.
     I don't know where I was planning on going or how long I was planning to stay out. All I knew is that I needed to be away from him right now. And I am already succeeding at that.