Briefnow

The Calls

I made it to my car before my knees started shaking.

For several minutes, I sat behind the wheel and breathed slowly.

My phone rang.

Adrian.

I let it ring.

Then a message came.

What have you done?

Another.

Claire, answer me.

Another.

You don’t understand.

I laughed once, but there was no joy in it.

Then I drove away.

I did not go home. Home still smelled like his coffee. His shoes were by the door. His favorite chair faced the fireplace. I was not ready to sit inside a marriage that had already ended.

So I drove to my cousin Maren’s café.

The moment she saw my face, she came around the counter.

“What happened?”

I whispered, “Adrian.”

She took off her apron, locked the front door for five minutes, and pulled me into the back room.

That was where I finally cried.

Not in front of him.

May you like

Not in front of her.

Only there, where someone still loved me without asking me to perform strength.

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