Two years have passed.
The end of another day arrived.
Vincent came home from work four o'clock that evening, angry and exhausted.
For the first time he was yearning for one of her freshly brewed coffee.
Though he didn't like it, her peaceful presence was what he needed at the moment. As he entered, awaiting her usual greeting and excited expression, he came to a halt.
Confused he realized she wasn't present in the kitchen.
Odd he thought.
Where could she be?
She probably went to town to purchase some necessities.
Vincent dismissed any further thinking.
The afternoon passed by.
She hasn't returned.
A sudden thought entered his mind and the possibility that she might have finally given up and left him, made him uncomfortable.
Why this was he couldn't comprehend.
Wasn't it what he had wished for since the wedding?
Nightfall came with hours slowly passing. A knock came from the door.
Vincent opened the door and before him stood Mr. George John Phillps.
He looked horrified, little droplets dripping down from his forehead.
With terrified eyes he started explaining, "Vincent, it's your wife...she...is not well. The Tuberculosis...it's destructive...she's in critical..." He struggled with the words swallowing heavily. "She visited us today...it happened so suddenly... she is at out household at the moment. Come quickly as fast as you can." Without another word Mr George John Phillips left while sobbing. The realization of the situation, hit Vincent like a hammer hitting a nail.
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Solitude
Storie breviVincent James Edwards stood in front of the wooden preach podium with clutched hands behind his back. Never in his life for the twenty years he had been on this earth, would he have expected this devious fate to cross his path. Arranged marriage? F...
