Angry goodbyes emerge among white lies; with a whisper of a shout, she slammed the back door.
The vibration shifted pictures on the wall.
Glancing over her shoulder to see the devastation on my face, she did not.
Still, I could see the tears spreading her cheeks to the quiver on her lips.
Even from the rocking chair in which I sit, I can hear her ruminating over the phone to a voice left unknown.
Three days and some life changes made me face the person I hated most, me.
I called too late, but she was sleeping in the bed of another man.
It took her time.
And me a lot of wine.
But she came crawling back to me.
She always does.
(© 2021 AC)
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