DORIS
The sound of me wildly slinging hangers from one side of the bar to the other, scratched and scratched like nails screeching down a blackboard. The sound grated. Each sound felt like mini daggers, flaying my skin, ripping my heart.
I roughly pulled each of my new and old favorite dresses and blouses off the hangers and threw them as quickly as I could into the suitcases.
I kept sniffling as tears brimmed and filled my eyes. I blinked them back. I refused to cry.
This was the reason I never gave my heart to Arthur completely.
This is the reason I could never trust any man. They were liars. They were cheaters. When you least expected it, you would find out. And they would break your heart.
I slammed the first suitcase shut.
I hurried into the bathroom and
