She rolled over on-top of him, mounting him – kissing her neck as she did so – she looked down upon the black sheets and let out a sigh of relief – all her worries, every last one she ever had, had disappeared into oblivion. He started to slide off her bra, and then a cell phone rang. “Abby, is that your phone, I thought you turned yours off.”

“Yeah”, she kissed him, “I thought I turned it off myself, don’t worry about it.” The phone rang again.

“Damn-it, why isn’t she answering? I told her I’d call about now!” He was sitting on a park bench, the sky was a dark pink and the sun was setting down to the ground, and the chaos along with the night was cracking through pores of the light.

She answered the phone, “Hello, who is this?” She placed her fingers to her lips and signed to be quiet. ?
“Baby, it’s me! I’ve missed you so much! I’m almost home, we’re about to make a breakthrough! I’ll be in all the newspapers, we’ll be rich!”

“I don’t know how to say this…”

“Baby, I love you too! All I want to do is kiss your sweet lips.” fingering his marriage bond.

She handed him the phone, “Hello this is Steve, Abagail loves me now, I’m sorry…. Come by when you can and pick up your stuff, her lawyers will be in touch with yours.”

The phone slipped out of his hands, mind went into lock down, a cold nor-eastern blew around him – darkness had finally won the battle, slipped through all the pores and tore open the holes…