• Liz leaned over the toilet not knowing what was wrong, but feeling very sick. She was starting to doubt what she had said to her husband on the phone earlier about not feeling well but being fine. So, once she was done, she went downstairs to call her husband.

    After three rings the phone picked up.
    "Hello?" said the voice of a woman.
    "Hi," replied Liz, "may I ask who is speaking?"
    "Oh, no one. I'm just here to see my boyfriend."
    "Well, then," replied Liz slowly. "may I ask why you are in Mr. Waite's office?"
    "Because, um, he is my boyfriend." stammered the girl, obviously intimidated by Liz's imposing questions.
    Liz was too stunned to notice that the girl was intimidated though, because it was her husband's number that the phone displayed, and her husband's name was definitley Waite, so why was this girl saying that Mr. Waite was her boyfriend? Was there another Mr. Waite in the law firm where her husband worked? Liz suddenly realized she was tired. She walked over to the couch and laid down. She didn't know how she would approach him. She was too tired to figure it out though. She finally fell into a very unrestful sleep.

    When Liz next awoke, it was five-thirty. In a half of an hour, Trace would be home. But that was okay, Liz had a plan. She had thought of it as she had woken up.
    First, Liz would act like everything was fine and dandy. She would make him dinner, as normal, ask him about his day, how he was, and some other stuff. Then, for the grand finale, she would ambush him with her new findings about him cheating on her.
    She made a quick dinner, one that just so happened to be one of Trace's favorites. Five minutes after she finished preparing dinner, Trace walked through the door and hollered,

    "Honey, I'm hooooome." after which he laughed at his joke. Liz, however, did not think of this joke as funny at all. After all, this was tearing her apart. She obviously wasn't good enough for him. So, what was she supposed to do?
    She might just have to go live with her friends Abigail, and John. But if Trace wouldn't accept her, would anyone else? As soon as she had asked herself that question, she realized that they would always accept her, Abby was her best friend after all.

    As Trace walked into the kitchen, he asked, " Wha-" but he didn't have time to finish. Liz had turned on the waterworks sooner than intended.
    "Honey, what's wrong?" Trace said, trying to comfort her.
    "What do you think might be wrong Trace?" Liz said, snapping the question.