5.08 PM Prateek: go home baby
5.08 PM Me: as in home home?
5.09 PM Prateek: no, u don’t have a home home yet
They’d known each other for 32 years. She knew he still loved her.
The morning’s post had carried an invitation to their daughter’s gallery opening.
She re-read the chat history again. 4 years and it still hurt. It had to end. If this was what it took, then so be it.
The wine grew warm as she signed the lease papers for the house.
The tickets were booked, her cab was waiting.
It was time she started making for her “home home”.