*Isadora*
I have the distinct feeling that two games are being played at this table.
One involves cards and is being played between me and Chad. The other involves ... Well, to be honest, I think it very possibly involves me and is being played between Chad and Micah. Based on the regularity with which the muscles in my ex’s cheeks jump, I am rather certain Micah is winning.
Especially as he appears to be so remarkably relaxed and enjoying himself, rather like a panther that has just pounced upon a gazelle and is feasting. It is an unfair match. The gazelle had never stood a chance.
I am not certain the odds of me winning when it came to Micah is much better. My plan had seemed so simple when it had taken shape in my mind, mostly because at the time I had thought my heart dead, naught
