A few days earlier...
I was pacing. I was going out of my freaking mind. She had just left—and with that f*****g douchebag. That f*****g dickhead. I hadn’t thought Cora would leave like that. I hadn’t thought she’d just pack a bag and vanish, not answering her phone, not replying to a single one of my desperate messages.
This wasn’t like her. This wasn’t something she would ever do. I knew my wife—I knew the woman I’d been with for years. She wouldn’t just up and leave me, wouldn’t just shut me out without a word, without giving me the chance to fix it.
My eyes trailed over the space around me, catching on every single detail that screamed her absence. The chaos around me painted a picture I couldn’t ignore. The dirty dishes piled up in the sink, crusted and stale. The laundry was scatt
