Cannot Wait For Him Turning Back novel Chapter 6

**Chapter 6**

The dinner had felt like an endless chore for Matthew. After exchanging obligatory pleasantries with the hosts, he had excused himself, slipping away as if he were a thief in the night, desperate to escape the weight of the evening.

By the time he stumbled through the front door of his home, the effects of the alcohol were evident. It coursed through his veins, a heavy fog clouding his thoughts.

“Whitney, get me some water!” he called out, his voice hoarse and strained.

But the only answer that greeted him was a disheartening silence.

With a furrowed brow, Matthew glanced around the dimly lit living room, the shadows stretching across the walls. It hit him then; Whitney had left with Tyler the day before, leaving the house devoid of their usual warmth.

He flicked on the lights, the sudden brightness illuminating the emptiness around him, and made his way to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, he grabbed a soda, the coolness of the can a brief comfort against the chaos in his mind. As he shut the door, his eyes fell on the stickers plastered across its surface.

They were remnants of Tyler’s childhood—colorful cartoon characters that once brought joy to his son’s face.

As he examined the playful designs, a chuckle escaped his lips, surprising himself. The memories washed over him, vivid and bittersweet, like a distant echo of laughter. He could almost picture Tyler, tiptoeing into the study, clutching a well-loved children’s book.

“Dad, can you read with me?” the boy had asked, his eyes wide with hope.

Matthew’s heart sank as he recalled his response.

“I’m busy. I don’t have time.”

The weight of that moment settled heavily on his chest, stirring a restlessness within him.

He took out his phone, fingers trembling slightly as he began to type a message.

[Send me your address. I’ll pick you and Tyler up tomorrow.]

He frowned, staring at the words before deleting them, feeling a mix of frustration and regret.

[Where are you and Tyler staying? I’ll come get you tomorrow.]

He inhaled deeply, his heart racing, and pressed send.

But the screen flashed an error: sending failed.

The soda can slipped from his grasp, crashing to the floor with a resounding clang that echoed through the silence of the house.

Matthew’s brow knitted in confusion and annoyance. He quickly opened the company group chat, desperation creeping in as he scrolled through the endless stream of names and faces.

Where was Whitney?

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