“I don’t know why you don’t come and visit me more often.”
I look around my brothers solemn, black and slate-themed office, twenty floors high. CEO of his own investment firm. “Because you insist on having an office like a super-villains lair.”
Sol laughs, slapping his black onyx desk. The huge, platinum designer watch and his beaming smile the only brightness. “Well your face is hardly cheering the place up! What’s the matter?”
“I’m fine.”
I’m not fine. It’s Monday. Almost three days since I slept with Cora. Paid and left Cora.
Yet I cannot get her off my mind. Not because I want another night like Friday. But I know now, I shouldn’t have left. Seeing her cellphone just sent me spiralling.
Her beaming smile, snuggled in with a man as her lock screen. The anniversary so many message
