The Empty Plate
In that whisper, four years of my marriage revealed themselves for exactly what they had been.
He had never been my partner.
He had been the family’s collection agent, and I had been the account.
Chapter 4 — I Just Finally Understand
I stood up.
“All right,” I said.
Theresa arched an eyebrow, already relishing what she took to be my defeat.
“Are you seriously offended?”