When she got downstairs he was already in the kitchen making breakfast. ‘Morning darling!’, he chirped at her over the shoulder. ‘Have a seat your wonderful hot brekkie will be ready in a minute! Perfect timing as always!’ Her smile is there, modifying the features of her face, but she does not feel it inside. Inside she is almost nauseous and feels like getting up, going out the door and never coming back. She is put in the most horrible situation and there is no right way to handle it.
Nice writing! Good story
Thank you so much Paul! Very happy you liked it!