LANE
I don't know how long I sit in the car before I wipe the blood off my face, still feeling the sting of Jacqueline's nails lingering on my skin. I look down at my shirt. It’s a navy polo, so thankfully, the blood doesn’t show. The last thing I need is for my sons to see me bleeding.
I reach for the partition and select the mirror section. My nose is definitely broken, but it does not appear to be severe. I can wait before seeing a doctor. Taking a deep breath, I head inside, finding Jacqueline on the bed, crying and I close the door, not wanting the boys to hear whatever happens.
I sit next to her, still unsure what to say or if anything needs to be said because everything speaks for itself. She does not look at me.
“I’m sorry.” I apologize again. “The affair with Chloe wasn’t abo
