SHAWN
“Shawn, what are you doing? Why are you drinking?” my mother asked as she stepped into my living room with Miranda.
After my confrontation with Elara’s brothers, I hadn’t bothered to check in with them or with my grandfather. I had instead returned straight to the house. It was only when I entered our room—our wardrobe—that I realized she had cleared out everything that was hers.
She had left only those drab gowns my mother made available to her and some of the gifts I had given her in the past years of our marriage. Her items had been folded into boxes; it seemed she had planned on leaving after the party regardless.
Yet, why would she? Did she find someone else? Doesn't she love me anymore? My fists clenched as I ruminated on this.
“Shawn! Can’t you hear me?”
I looked at
