Carol got up and smiled. The sunlight filtered through the window. As she stretched on the bed to embrace the morning, her fingers touched paper. She turned over. There was a pink envelope on the bed. She pushed the stray strands of hair behind her ear and opened the envelope. It read, "Carol, I know I've been a jerk. I know that you won't listen to me, and I understand. Tomorrow my love will be a new day. We can start over. You can start over. The days will be long and hard. The nights will be dark and lonely, but know that I will be by your side, even my soul. I love you!"
Carol smiled at the note, but some parts seemed gray to her. What did he mean by "You can start over" or "I will be by your side, even my soul"? Nevertheless, she felt happy. She got up and noticed no more glass lay strewn all over the carpet. Her breakfast lay beside her on the bedside table. It was strangely cold, as if made a few hours before. She didn't care for that at that moment. All she wanted to see was her husband. Carol went down the stairs and there was no Thomas in sight. She looked out into the yard. Still no sign of Thomas. His Volvo wasn't parked there either. Maybe he went to the grocery to come back, she thought. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she switched on the television set to the news, as was habit.