Going, Going
She packed her bags. For some odd reason he had fallen asleep watching TV in the sunroom, and right now she was grateful for that. She stood there with the dim light from the bathroom illuminating their bedroom. She looked around and realized she had no idea what to take with her. She stood frozen for what seemed like an hour before opening her closet and dresser drawers, randomly selecting items that she supposed might comfort her later. When she finished there were two suitcases; one packed so tightly to the gills that she had to sit on it to zip it all around. She heard a noise and thought it might be the girls. It was way too early for them to be waking, but she stopped and listened. She realized it was just the pool filter that had clicked on. She looked out the window at the clear water in her little lake. It was barely light enough for her to see her favorite chair float across that spa...