Christine had walked half a mile down the trail before she stopped. She’d been going at double speed, anger propelling her forward. Sam was being so unreasonable and he had no right to talk to her that way. It wasn’t her fault he’d been laid off.
She sat down on an old log. As her breathing slowed, she could hear birds in the trees overhead. The path must have curved back toward the creek, because she could hear water rippling over rocks. Slowly, her mind calmed. It was going to be an adjustment for them both, especially if he was really serious about going back to school. The thought of her being the sole breadwinner was scary. But in the long run, this might actually be better for them. A squirrel chattered overhead, and her shoulders relaxed.
She turned her head.
“I’m sorry I yelled,” Sam said.
She reached out to pull him toward her.
Copyright © 2013 Loretta Miles Tollefson