Thoughts
Samra made it back to her car without shedding any additional tears. But once she slid behind the steering wheel, she was free to beat her fists against it and the middle console, and let the sobs overtake her.
“It’s not fair! It’s not f*****g fair!”
fair!She let out a couple of screams, her hands clenched in rage, before resting her arms in her lap and pressing her forehead to the wheel. Closing her eyes, she sniffed.
“You’re the Brix I thought my Brixton was. You’re the man I thought he was until he showed me his true colors. But I never lost hope he’d eventually turn back into the man I fell in love with. I prayed he’d become the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Does that make me a hopeless romantic? Or just hopeless?”
She drew in a ragged breath. “I know I sh
