2: The Se

hand went to the side of my body where the

ood. N

ton of my pajamas

bedroom and the sunlight seemed to be com

the clock on the ni

deep and even. I stared at him, in shock seeing nothing of

knife, the blood, Jessica's eyes as she s

e I was still here, alive with my heart

ake David up as I made my way gent

irror and it looked exactly a

back in a messy ponytail, with the lines that se

sleep remnants and get ready and alert for the da

on the wall.

s repeated once a week. But

ong enough to hold me up as I

idn't get second chances. Peop

ere I

e called from the bedroo

ntain a fake facade around my husband

ctice after school. I've got meetings

eting, at all. It was just the code for meeting Jessica. Had they been planning

ed that he has been waiting for a repl

was already dressed up as he was checki

a thousand times before but never recog

tly on his way out. "Don

looking at me in surprise at the grip as I cle

as I could see the hesitation and confusion

mple

ut enough for me to know my answe

owing that he lied to me in my face and that

-

he twins, packed their lunches, drove them to school, just doing the same old things out of habit while my m

arriage for a very long time since she came back from abroad two years ago. She was his

hborhood barbecue, something that should have been a fa

n old f

oned Jessica had picked him up from

id it wa

car that I had no idea who it b

d had said back then s

come to his soccer game. "She prom

cidence or Jessica just being a good friend. I couldn't believe that I had be

at life to change my mistakes.

h as they would allow from our joint account witho

e an appointment scheduled, but I must have loo

tely," I told my attorney. "And I need

e," she said gently. "

f I don't get these papers filed to

she watched me intently trying to see id I was joking. She didn't see a

e would believe and more likely realistic

ency restraining order. The divorce filing would tak