A Shattered Anniversary

afted for her anniversary. The candles flickered, jazz hummed, and the dining table was set

ppy anniversary," she whispered, only to be met with his weary sigh, "I' m exhausted. Can we not d

intimacy he never used with her. "It was so suffocating," he laughed, speaking of the dinner. Then cam

le, a punch to the gut of all her failed attempts. How could the

cold, sharp clarity cut through her pain. No more tears. No more self