Or when he doesn't

This morning I had a bad dream,
But really it was a bad memory
Of waking up, my mom standing at the kitchen counter
I asked, "Did he come home last night?"
Her face empty, calm, almost apathetic.
"No, he didn't"
"Do you know where he is?"
"No, I don't"
She's not apathetic at all,
Just waiting to feel one of two emotions:
Anger or sadness,
Rage or grief.
When he finally walks through the door,
Or when he doesn't.