Chapter 117 Book 3: sixteen

• Sasha drove home after work, she sat in her car in the garage. She didn’t want to go in, Michael was still mad at her, that she knows. He had not returned to their room last night and when she woke up this morning, he was already gone.
• His car was in the garage but he had not left with his car this morning, according to Hannah, Gary picked him up so she doesn’t know if he was back or not. After a few minutes in the car, she got down, shut the door, locked it with the remote and walked to the house. She had been having a sense of loneliness since this evening and she associated it with Michael’s annoyance. She pushed opened the door but unlike the usual times she came home, she didn’t meet Hannah and Chris downstairs and figured they must be upstairs.
• She stared at the dolphin fountain that hides her husband’s study room, after a few seconds of hesitant, she marched towards it. She placed her hand on the handle and turned it, pushing the door open. The study was neat, dark and lonely as always when the owner was not in it. If he was not in the study, it means he was not back yet. She closed the door and made her to the kitchen where she got out a bottled water. Drinking from the can, she emptied it and tossed it into the trash before leaving the kitchen and walking to one of the staircases. She made her way up it like a robot, went into her room, undressed, took a shower and fell on the bed.