Staring at his signature now, Genevieve realized how ugly it had always been but she had never really admitted it to him. She wiped the tears gathering in her eyes away before it rolled down her cheeks and ripped the letter into two. She squeezed it and threw it in the thrash bin beside the door. She picked up the bouquet of flowers and subjected it to the same fate as the letter, only that she couldn’t tear it apart.
She sat on her table, staring at the thrashed bouquet with a frown, her heart aching the more she looked. Her breath was heavy under her nostrils and she struggled to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day. She was more than thankful to leave the office that day and slam the door shut behind her. Thankfully, by the next morning the janitor would have cleared th
