mia.
A few hours after leaving the hospital, the news about my mother’s condition still feels like it’s knocked the air right out of me.
Of all days—today—when I’m expected to sit at a dinner table with my soon-to-be ex-husband and pretend I’m unaffected. I know what’s coming, and honestly, I’m not in the mood for any of it.
Maybe I should call Brad and cancel. I don’t have anything to prove to Damon or Anna. I could walk away, leave that house exactly as planned. I already have the keys, food stocked, bags packed. I even listed every gift he ever gave me on a charity auction site i even included my.wedding band.
Yeah. I took that s**t off the moment I realised my marriage was over.
I pace the small park near my mother’s house, the smell of antiseptic still clinging faintly to my clot
