FORTY-TWO

Jars of Hope

He waited for her at the airport. Jarrod won’t normally have done that, but recently his yearning for his girlfriend seemed to have gone over the notch. He thought about her at least twenty times a day. It took severe self control to be able to sit back and wait for her trip to be complete. It was essential to their relationship, after all. If she had her head cleared, then his brother won’t be able to meddle in it.

She was standing at the waiting room with her bags beside her, staring blankly into space when he arrived. She looked lost and no worse than when she left, but that was fine. Travelling was hectic and he wasn’t with her, so there’s that. She was wearing a bean hoodie and her hair was wrapped inside it, but Jarrod could peak some red in there.

When he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her body to his.

“Hi, babe.”

She looked up and smiled sadly at him. “Jarrod, I…”

“Shh. You look stressed. Let’s get moving ad you can relax at home, alright?