agilebrit | Monday Maunderings...

A follow-on to last week's:

Janni watched Ben's car drive down the street, until it turned the corner out of the neighborhood and was lost to sight. Maybe she should have fought him harder on leaving, but his desperation had been nearly palpable and she wasn't sure that she'd have been doing him any favors to keep him home.

She sat on the couch, bereft. She missed him already. And, oh, yeah, she'd caught the lack of promise to come back, but calling him on it seemed like twisting the knife he already had buried in his chest. She wished--

She wished she could convince him that she didn't care who he'd slept with in prison, or why. The fact that he'd come back to her in one piece was all that mattered.

Well. One piece physically. Psychologically and emotionally, he might be in a worse place than he'd been when she'd found him in the parking lot of the reception center all those years ago. Haunted eyes and a gun beside him on the seat...

Gun. Oh, god.

She checked his sock drawer for the Glock and cried into his pillow when she found it missing. The note he'd left didn't help: Knew you'd look. Not planning on using it. Just in case, honey.

Signed with a heart, with a B in the middle. Her own heart cracked right in half.