HE WASN’T COMING.

you sat in the living room, your skin ice cold as you watched the minutes tick by. it was past eight. you both were supposed to leave for DC two hours ago, but you hadn’t seen or heard from dominic since he left for work that morning. your calls had gone to voicemail, and you refused to check in with his office like some random acquaintance begging for a minute of the great dominic davenport’s time.

you were his wife, dammit. you shouldn’t have to chase him down or guess his whereabouts. then again, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was doing right now.

working. always working. even on your ten-year anniversary. even after you’d stressed how important this trip was.

you finally had a good reason to cry, but no tears came. you just felt…numb. a part of you had expected him to forget or postpone, and wasn’t that the saddest part?