Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
8 years later
"Angela? Angela!"
"I'm in here!" I yell. "You're home early."
"Early?" he pops his head in. "It's after nine."
"What?"
I look at the clock, and my eyes widen.
"Shit. I lost track of time," I say, gesturing to the books in front of me.
"I figured," he laughs. "Pizza or Chinese?"
"It was my turn to make dinner and forgot, so it's your call."
He smiles and walks over, pulling me out of my seat.
"Take a break and go through the take-out menus with me."
We're playfully arguing over what to order when my cell phone rings.
"Get that for me, babe?" I ask as I walk into our bedroom.
Seconds later, he comes in and seems confused, shocked.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
He hands me my phone.
"It's Bella."