I found my usual spot—a small park. I sat on the bench when I felt my exhaustion. I haven’t run for ten minutes, but I already felt drained. I cast my mind to the time after my divorce—it didn’t hurt this way. Would this crushing devastation ever subside? Was there any pill or liquor to relieve the pain?
The chattering of a young couple caught my attention. The blond guy wiped the sweat off of her forehead by his shirt. The pang in my chest worsened as I remembered I did the same thing to Skip. I had to look away.
I rolled my eyes and groaned when another couple was strolling through the park. The guy wrapped his arm around his girl and kissed the top of her head. My eyes quickly stung of how the situation played me.
The torture didn’t end there. A sudden flashback shot right through my
