The Word Of Usha: Part 5

Audrey was in her room by the time I got home on Monday night.

I didn't dare knocking on her door, so I walked into my own room and plopped onto the bed.

I tried to breathe in and out slowly like I often tell upset family members to do.

After about 10 minutes, not feeling any calmer, I heard Audrey moving around the house.

My phone vibrated not long after.

I almost ignored it because I wanted to shut everything and everyone out.

I wanted to crawl under the sheets and pretend that this day hadn't happened.

But I checked my phone, and it's a good thing that I did.

Audrey had sent me a text asking me to come to the kitchen.

I felt like I was being called into the principal's office.

It had never felt that way the first few years of our relationship.

Quite the opposite.

Audrey had felt like a warm breeze on a spring day then.

I loved coming home to her.

But then slowly...

Please excuse the nostalgic sentiment.

I wouldn't share this if I didn't think you should know how different my life used to be.

I need you to know what I used to have and what I lost over time.

I think I lost most of it long before Ushua woke up.

I just didn't realize it.

But that night, I lost all of it.

It slipped through my hands while I thought I was holding onto everything the best I could.