A House Is Not A Home

The drive to Jonathan’s house was spent in tense silence with Jonathan stealing secret glances at Liza. The beautiful white double storied house came into view as they rounded around the corner. Jonathan stopped the car and turned off the engine. He went around to Liza’s side to open the gate for her but before he could do it for her, she had already opened it and had begun to step out of it. She was struggling to step out due to the plaster in her hand and ankle. Just two more weeks and then it will be off, she thought. Jonathan touched her ankle in an attempt to help her to lift it out of the narrow foot space of the car, but as soon as he touched it Liza jerked it off. Her face was expressionless and her eyes were as cold as chilly arctic wind.

“At least let me help you with it,” Jonathan said, Liza paused her shuffling for a minute before trying to lift it out for one last time before simply nodding and giving him a ‘go ahead’ look. Tak