Mournful Rage… I 59A

Sixteen days after Tom came home, fourteen days after Sawyer came home and eleven days after Elias treated him like a child, Travis sat at the dining table, sipping on his coffee while the sun rose and time kept on moving. He had been up for hours. Maybe because of his routine in the last seventeen days or because he was anxious about his new determination he feared he might run from. But he sat there, waiting nonetheless. He heard a door open and jolted in his seat. It had been so long since he’d heard any sound other than his own door and the front door being opened or closed. He was never home for the cook or the cleaner.