a possible daughter.
He thought about what David said about moving the relationship forward. Maybe
proposing was the answer.
After a brief conversation with his father, William went back to his apartment.
Emily wasn't home yet, probably another difficult case keeping her at work late. He
took the ring out of his pocket and slipped it in the back of his sock drawer.
He heated up a microwavable meal for dinner and ate it alone at the island. It
didn't fill him up, but he didn't feel like eating more.
He turned on the TV, now sitting where the stereo system used to be. A small
boombox sat on the shelf in the corner. The stereo had been put in storage in the
basement. His CDs were boxed in the closet, buried under Emily’s shoe boxes.
Emily arrived an hour after he had finished his small dinner.
“Hey, William,” she said as she set her purse on the island. “Sorry, work was
horrible. So much going on right now.”
“It happens,” William responded.
“How is your grandmother doing?” she asked as she sat on the couch next to him. She
kissed him on the cheek.
“She's doing good. She talked to me for a few minutes,” William informed her. “And
she was pretty lucid.”
“That's great,” she responded, grabbing the remote. She turned the channel without
asking if William was watching the TV.
“It is,” William said.
The phone rang.
William answered the ringing phone.
“Hello,” he said.