is unmistakable. He loves
Angela, through the pain.
Daddy! cries Devon. Mommy’s
home. She jumps into Angela’s
lap and LaTreya moves to her
side, protective. They love her
unconditionally, pain all gone.
I excuse myself so they can talk,
knowing my life has veered,
suddenly, surely. But exactly
which direction it has veered
in remains to be discovered.
Four Cigarettes
And two bowls later,
Brad calls me downstairs.
Without his saying a single
word, I know I’m leaving.
Angela has already left,
and she took the kids with
her. Not a good sign for me.
But what about for Brad?
Angela wants to try again.
He pauses to let it sink in.
I don’t know if it’s the
right thing to do, Kristina.
But the girls miss her so
much. I have to think about
what’s best for them, right?
His eyes hold massive hope.
I want him to be happy.