Charles received a call from Grace asking him to go home. He hung up without saying a word. Returning to the house that was once his home, his voice was raspy. "Grace," he said, "We're getting a divorce."
Without waiting for Grace to speak, Charles shut himself in his room. Grace pounded on the door. "Charles! You left me at the wedding and now you want a divorce? What do you take me for?"
A long time passed before Charles finally opened the door. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol wafted out. He looked like he had aged ten years in that short amount of time, his hair a mess, his eyes sunken.
He stared at her, his eyes bloodshot. "Are you done? Get out." He couldn't bring himself to speak to her. If it weren't for her, he and Charlotte wouldn't have ended up like this.
Tears welled up
