Outside, birds chirp, unaware of the turmoil brewing inside these walls.
The normalcy of it all feels almost cruel.
I try calling Mark, but it goes straight to voicemail.
A sense of frustration wells up inside me, but I push it down, focusing instead on the day’s necessities.
Time seems to stretch and contract, the minutes both dragging and flying by.
I check my phone repeatedly, though I know the call is scheduled for the afternoon.
The anticipation is nearly unbearable.
When the baby naps, I sit by the window, watching the world outside.
Cars pass, people walk by, each absorbed in their own lives.
It’s a reminder that life goes on, regardless of the chaos within.
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