The small groups dispersed hurriedly as I entered the room. The expressionless faces returned to their individual work areas.
The air was pregnant with the unsaid.
The silence was deafening as I took my place in my cubicle in the middle of the room; cubicle number fifteen.
I wanted to hide, to be invisible or even to scream. This often noisy room was now as quiet as a grave.
A small hesitant `hello' sounded from Heather in cubicle fourteen. I smiled weakly and nodded my head.
My boss Cynthia told me “You can stay if you like or go home for the rest of the week”.
It was in the daily news. Gossip was rife. It was headlined on ITV, BBC, in the Daily Mailer and the Torquay Heraldry; now it was no longer a secret. Everyone knew that my husband Mike had been arrested for a crime against the state.
Mike was an ambitious junior government minister and he had disappeared about one month ago. I did not know where he was until last night when he was arrested in a European country. He was being returned home to `face the music'. He had been accused of stealing and selling government secrets to the enemy and now we must bear the shame.
I refused to hide. `Let the rumors fly' I thought bravely while shaking inside.
Mike's mother panicked and went into hiding. The press was daily outside her front gate and so she bolted to an unknown destination.
Thank God that our children were safe in their boarding school. It was no fun for them but at least there was no press, no shunning and no public shame.
Each newspaper and reporter had their own version of how and why Mike did this shameful treasonous act. I was as surprised as everyone else.
The awful truth is that I loved my husband and my heart bled for him. Maybe next week there will be some other distraction in the news. My pastor and his wife had proved invaluable as friends in need and I hope that they would not desert me.
One thing I knew for sure; the Lord Jesus still loved me and he loved Mike.
My hope is that this will all prove to be a huge error, but why did he run away?
So I wait for the truth.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.