ELENA
I read the words more than three times to ensure that it is what I think it is, “a divorce?” I whisper to myself. The words sound foreign on my tongue, a strange concept that I haven’t been able to wrap my head around. Drake wants to divorce me? My heart pangs and it feels like time crawls to a halt as the paper trembles in my hand. A slight ruffle of the wind carries a chill across my spine and into my mind, drawing the cold voice of Rosa as well.
The cruel laugh that accompanied her warning, the stoic look she had on her face when she warned me to leave the house with my son because she was taking over…is this it? Is this part of the plan? I hunch over the desk, my lungs swelling with pain. I try to kick-start the organ into its normal function, but my eyes prickle for a bit.
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