"I'm home!" He called out as he walked through the door. He went to the couch and flopped down, immediately taking off his dirty boots. Tired, he leaned back, letting his heavy breath out while he waited.
A minute went by and he looked around, still waiting, "You hear me?" He pointed his face up, trying to hear sounds. Confused at the silence, he got up and went to the kitchen. He narrowed his eyes at the empty clean space. There should be pots on the stove, boiling, something cooking in the oven.
The next place he checked, were the bedrooms. First his kid's, then his own. Everything was empty, quiet and empty. Angry, he put his boots back on, grabbed his keys and headed to his truck.
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The 22 days
RomantikShe had finally done it. Finally Beyoncé left with no plans of going back. She knew getting away wouldn't be easy, but she had too much on the line not to at least try her hardest. The next 22 days will be the ride that changes her faith. Especiall...
