Richard

“Maya?”

I dart my gaze left and right as I pass each aisle, having lost her nearly ten minutes ago.Where the hell did she go?

The guys and I finished at the site early today, and with a little daylight left, I’d come home from work to find Maya working in the garden. She wanted to check out some chicken wire or something for the tomato plants, and I thought I’d add a stone border around the tree in the backyard, so we hopped in the truck and headed to Home Depot.

After putting in the order for the stone, though, I lost her.

I finally spot her at the end of an aisle digging in a shallow box sitting on a shelf. Standing back upright, she pulls out a sheet of tiles and holds it up in front of her, studying it. Carrying the two new yard tools…