After the Mudslide, I'm Outta Here

Huxley worshipped th

ten years of indulgence-my sligh

vows, ready to burn the

etrayals. Three

business p

he woke up entangle

de my door, soaked in rain for three days. His haunted eyes and bro

d've kno

betrayal s

nd clasped with that same girl's

s threatening suicide if I don't keep the bab

ool, I believ

t if I held on tight enough, our love could be mend

pphire necklace, a cherished childhood memory. With cold determinati

d into th

red sigh, a dismiss

l depression. She

her? Please

hysterical, as tears carved tracks

ng difficult. Yara's due any day. Once

ghts he'd brave storm

ed, a ghostly figure le

.. it's kil

nail in the coffin of our

doll, scooping Yara into his

ine slamming into the table edg

UXLEY!" I

car, bloodied lip

fice," I

im at the hospital-he'd rented the entire floor, cooi

ings he once

wept crocodile tears: "I

d the pap

behind h

them: "Thanks for letting

ami

gouged m

childhood scowl tugging my dress, the high scho

into the trash l

ith a thunder

as if battering rams w

-eyed, drenched in rain, clutching a bl

hauling in Hermès, Cartier, Chane

o much," as he cooed,

did his eye

ara gifts this time. Let m

ara glided over, smiling,

the divor

rawled on love letters

just like the day

ose b

d in my grasp, my heart cr