I have to be strong for myself. Cold, icy wrath replaced the love I believed we shared. Jake had to communicate something important, and I wanted to understand.
Jake found the flat quiet and the tension thick as fog. I sat at the kitchen table, replaying door camera footage. Ignoring my storm, he smiled his customary casually.
“Hi Em. Miss you, he said, hanging his coat.
I didn’t smile back. “We need to talk.”
A smile fell from Jake. “What’s wrong?”
The tablet paused on a frame of him with one of the women. “Care to explain this?”Continue reading…
