41 Megan
When Chris leaves, I head straight for the wine rack. I know alcohol’s probably not the answer, but right now there are no answers and alcohol will help blot out everything that’s going through my mind.
It sounds weird to say, but I really don’t know if Chris looked remorseful or not. Sure, he definitely tried to look remorseful, but I don’t know if that was just him putting on an act. He’s already proven himself to be good at that recently.
More to the point, I don’t know how I feel. Crushed. Broken. They’re all words I could use, but right now they have no meaning. The world has lost its flavour, been wiped of its colour.
I rummage around in the cutlery drawer for a corkscrew, but I can’t find one. I grab handfuls of the cutlery and throw them on the floor until I see the co
