She is made up of depths even the ocean can't fathom.
Monday.
I sat at the breakfast table; head in my hand as I propped sorrow and the beating of the rain against the windows saddening my already bland mood. I didn't want to go to work. Idly picking at my cereal, I stared into space as I contemplated the meaning of life.
"Babe? What's wrong?"
I turned to see Carrie step into the kitchen as she struggled with her earrings. "Nothing."
"It can't be nothing and you're propping sorrow." She takes the chair next to me and places both hands on the island top. "Talk to me."
"He's out."
"Who's out?"
"My dad."
"Oh. My. Gosh. When?"
I sigh deeply as I tried to keep my tears at bay. "I got a call from mom." Carrie pulls me into a hug and I stare at the counter as my body felt drained.
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