It’s 1:00 am, he’s been out too long. It’s already way too late.. He should have been home hours ago. He really should have stayed home. He likes to go out, he leaves her at home. He enjoys the night while she’s home alone.
He calls to say he’s sorry and he’ll be home soon. Her voice on the line, sleepy and quiet. Baby, I’m on my way home, I’m sorry, I’m running late. She says it’s ok, and she’s going back to sleep.
He pulls into the driveway, her car isn’t there. No lights on at home. She’s not there. Inside, she’s nowhere to be found. He calls her back, baby, where are you?! I’m home, but you’re not here.
She asks him to tell her what kept him out so late. “What was so wonderful that it was better than home, better to you, than me.” She stops him before he answers. “I really don’t want to know,” she says. “I just want you to think about it. I don’t want to know what is better, it doesn’t matter anymore and I’m not coming back.”