33 SCARS

Anna tapped on the blank screen of her phone twice and it lit up, illuminating her languid face. She squinted her eyes as they adjusted to the light. 8:47 pm. “Why’s he so late today?” She mumbled, dropping her phone on her lap and wrapping her arms around her body as the cold wind bit at her exposed limbs. “I should get a jacket,” she vocalized, rubbing her shoulders but didn't move an inch from where she was seated on the bench outside the house, on the balcony. She had tried calling him but when he didn't take her call the first time, she knew calling him again wouldn't make a difference just like her marriage with Daniel. Did something happen to him? He's usually back by this time. Her mouth became dry at the thought that something had happened to him. “I hope he's just being his usual self and he's not hurt,” she muttered as she held her fingers that were trembling from the cold. “Finally,” she stood from the bench when his car pulled up in front of the house. Wa