Reckless Promise

We’re still married.

Kellen must know that. Why wouldn’t he have Albert bring divorce papers as well? He could get rid of me in one fell swoop. One final visit. A few strokes of my pen and I’m nothing more than a bad memory.

Unless he wants to stay married.

Or he doesn’t need me to sign a damn thing—he can make the marriage go away on his own.

Fuck, why is he doing this to me? He sends Albert here to stomp on my throat and crush my hopes and spirit, but he leaves this little shred alive.

It’s worse than just ending it all and being done.

That way, I could at least decide if I want to move on.

Instead, I’m stuck.

Janet comes down the steps. She makes a face at me. “I didn’t know you were married,” she says as she walks into the kitchen. “He must be a real fucking loser.”

I hate Janet.