Bob
“I should have left.”
I once read somewhere that words were only as powerful as how they are said. If a person called you a “dog” in a light, genial tone, chances are you would not get upset. But if the same word was accompanied by anger, patronization, or loathe then the receiver would definitely get riled up.
I should have left.
These words were said with resolve perhaps even confidence. This was Sue’s truth. Her voice had been quiet but clear. What did those words mean exactly? Was she referring to me or Darren? She must have meant Darren. Yes. I mean, she was happy with me, we were about to get married. We had our whole lives laid out in front of us…a blissful, content life…
“What…what do you mean child?”
I felt my heart heighten its acceleration. A bitter taste draped my
