One thing Joanne loved was her time preparing dinner for Mark.
He was late today. She started to get anxious when she heard the front door clicked open.
Mark put his messenger bag on a couch before moving to the kitchen. He fetched a leftover from the fridge and popped it in a microwave.
She hated his habit of not taking care of himself. She sighed while throwing his dinner on their kitchen counter.
“Thank you, Jo” he said from behind her.
“You knew?” she said under her breath.
“Since that day after your death, I feel your presence.”
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