THE UNRAVELING
The marriage contract expired on a Tuesday.
Six months. That’s what we’d agreed. Six months of...Of pretending. Playing roles. Being..
Being Mr. and Mrs. Russo for the world.
And now it was done. Legally. Officially.
Over.
“The contract ends today,” I said. Morning coffee. Dante across from me. Both of us...
Both of us pretending this was normal. Expected. Fine.
“I know,” he said. Not looking up from his tablet.
“So what happens now?”
“I don’t know.” He finally met my eyes. “What do you want to happen?”
What did I want? Six months ago the answer would have been..
Would have been simple. Us. Together. Forever.
But now I didn’t know. Didn’t...Didn’t know if I wanted to fight for someone who was already...
Already halfway gone.
“I don’t know either,” I admitted.
