I slowly stumble through the front door to my apartment and kick off my heels.
“Stephany. It’s not working out. I’ve decided not to leave my wife. Don’t call me. Don’t come to see me. It’s over.” The voicemail played over and over.
I slam the door and press my back against the wood for a while. Its cold frame comforts me while I stare blankly down the hall. It was dark. The black outline of my couch could be seen in the distance.
“Message has ended… Please press 1 to repeat this message; press 2 to…”
I press one again.
“Stephany. It’s not working out….”
I place the phone on the floor. My mind swirling. I reached up to touch my cheek to make sure this was real. A wet drop of a tear had been approaching my chin. I look back at my hand and realize that my eyes are filled with them, a
