Heartbroken

Henry poured water on his face repeatedly as he stared at his reflection in his bathroom mirror, he sighed audibly. His handsome face was not all that handsome anymore. He was beginning to have dark circles under his eye from all the stress he was under, stress from work, sleepless nights taking care of Asher all those lonely nights. He stared at his reflection for a while, his baby was coming home today. They received the best care from the doctor.

He was supposed to feel joy in his heart but an overwhelming feeling of dread overshadowed him. He was excited to have his son back but he couldn’t say the same about his wife. Many times he wanted to brush the thought of her aside and move on but he couldn’t. He was in love with her, she was the mother of his child, and he cared for her. He couldn’t just ignore her, it wasn’t that easy. He ruffled his hair with his fingers. He grabbed a towel and wiped his face, then a thought crossed his mind. The incident was from earlier in the day. De