I didn’t care if he was going to Alaska, Mars, or the mouth of a Kraken. I just couldn’t have him in the apartment anymore. Not when the very scent of his cologne made my murder button twitch. The mere kiss he gave me on the cheek the other day had made me scream internally so loud that I had to bury my head in a wet laundry basket to muffle the sound.
I am Death himself, I thought.
And this man has the nerve to kiss me with breath that smells like expired salted cornflakes and broken dreams?
*****
A few days later, the gods of chaos outdid themselves.
Maya came out of the bathroom looking like she had seen the abyss. I was scared. Not by her but to her pink Peppa pig panties.
“MOMMY,” she hissed like a dying cat. “There’s BLOOD. IN. MY. PANTIES. Am I going to die?”
Aliya gasped. Ja
