Going Home (Katie+Rupert)
It had been a little over two months since Katie had moved out, however the last month Rupert had shown a lot of growth and improvement. They'd had several date nights since he "woke up" as she was referring to it (since she didn't really have any other way of describing what had happened), and Katie was starting to see hope in their future again. Rupert had been seeing his therapist fairly regularly, and she'd even managed to go back to hers periodically.
She came back from work one day and stopped at the concierge desk of the hotel she was staying at to gather her messages. He handed her a small envelope and she smiled kindly, thanking him before heading upstairs to her room. Once she was inside, she set her things down and opened the envelope, recognizing her husband's familiar handwriting immediately. It was a note she knew must have taken a lot of effort for him to write, simple as it was.
"I miss having you here, Katie. This isn't home without you. Please...come back. Xoxo Rupes"
Tears immediately stung Katie's eyes, and without a second thought, she began packing. She was more than ready to share her bed with her husband again.
A little over two hours later, Katie was sitting in the car, staring at the front door. She eventually took a deep breath and climbed out. Reaching into the boot of the car- damn Rupert's influence on her vocabulary- she grabbed her suitcase and walked to the door. She lifted a shaky hand and rang the doorbell, waiting for Rupert to answer.