MAURICE'S POV
No! I don't want anything. I don't want your inheritance. I don't want a divorce. I don't want you to leave. I don't want anything, just stay. Just stay, Glenda.
The voice in my head screamed, but my lips remained glued shut. Why wasn't I saying anything? Why couldn't I try to explain? Why wasn't I stopping her? I could stop her.
Say something damn it! Stop her! My mind willed but my body remained static, unyielding and unmoving. I watched motionless as Glenda sluggishly turned and walked away.
Her shoulders slumped and laden with gloom. Her hand hung weakly by her sides, still clutching the papers. She was obviously devastated.
My legs began to move. What am I doing now? I asked myself as I mechanically strode to the spot where Glenda had stood. She was no longer there
