Desmond stared at his dead phone. He forgot to charge it-- and he didn’t bring the charger when he left. He shouldn’t have done that. He freaked out, like the old days. It was a part of his bones, running away. It had become his second nature, straying, drifting away. He had always been a drifter, always momentarily staying then skipping to the next city. That was his life before Caitlin. For the first time in his life, he found something that scared the living shit out of him but at the same time, what made him want to settle down. A cheesy love story, it was. He met a girl. She met a guy. And they became each other’s anchor.
So when she said she was carrying his child, he shouldn’t have run away-- but he came back.
“Hey,” He called her from the door. She was working, of course. He didn’t expect nothing more. She had a tendency to bury herself in the work when she was upset. And of course she was upset.
“I’m sorry.”