She's fine...
She was not scared.
It doesn’t matter that tonight the house will echo with the darkness that is left behind with his absence or to find cool sheets where his inviting warmth should have been if she reached over in bed.
Of course she was okay.
It’s not an issue that she will wake up in the morning and greet her toothbrush hello where it now stands on its solitary guard in the mug before the mirror. It’s fine that she would make breakfast for one and sit at a table which is much too big for her and her loneliness.
Sure.
She’s just great.
It’s alright to walk to work alone and not have the reassuring grasp of his fingers entwined in her own, or to have his welcoming smile waiting for her at the end of a long day to lift her spirits and remind her that she was affirmed in his eyes.
No, honestly… she’s fine.