The Real One
“I’m filing for divorce,” I said.
For the first time, undisguised fear crossed his face. “Claire.”
“No.”
“I can protect you from this.”
“You are the thing I need protection from.”
His eyes went flat. Nothing remained to be said.
“I’m filing for divorce,” I said.
For the first time, undisguised fear crossed his face. “Claire.”
“No.”
“I can protect you from this.”
“You are the thing I need protection from.”
His eyes went flat. Nothing remained to be said.