6. Empty Threat
Heather sat up in bed, staring moodily out the window and into the gray morning. Rain pattered rhythmically against the glass and she pushed back her covers. She walked the worn path to her closet and then to her bathroom where she showered quickly, silently.
Honestly, she never though he'd leave. She always thought it was an empty threat. But now he was gone and she was sick with grief over his absence. She would never admit it though. She would just put up her wall and carry on with her life.
No one would know his threat wasn't empty.