Anna
“William- can we talk? We need to talk.” I paced around his home or our home after- I don’t know anymore.
I have worked jobs, I have tried to make sure I forget about anything. About Tessa- about my daughter, about William but I can’t.
I can’t move on
In the dimly lit living room of my former home, memories lingered like shadows. The familiar scent of worn-out furniture and the soft hum of distant city sounds formed a bittersweet symphony of nostalgia. It was a place I once called ours, but now it felt foreign, like the remnants of a shattered dream.
I stood there, facing William, the man who was once my anchor but now, the architect of my unraveling world. The weight of the divorce papers clutched in my trembling hands mirrored the heavy truth that loomed ahead.
His eyes, onc
