Preparation
Trying to calm herself, she began preparing for his return, tidying the house and setting out refreshments.
I busied myself with tasks, hoping to steady my nerves. Cleaning the already spotless surfaces, arranging cookies and tea in the living room.
It felt like a pointless charade, but it was the only thing keeping my mind from spiraling. I glanced at the clock repeatedly, each tick amplifying my anxieties and anticipation.
What would he say when he came back? Could I handle it?