HE DIDN’T COME back.
Minute after minute.
Hour after hour.
Still he didn’t return.
I stared out the window, imploring him to appear.
I stroked my phone, willing a message to arrive.
I glanced at my door, begging him to enter.
But nothing.
Jethro was gone.
He’d committed to what had to be done.
And I feared I might never get him back.