THE TWIST

"WAS! She was my wife. Not anymore. That ended three years ago." Andy corrects her, wrapping his arm around my frozen self.

She was? Was? What fucking discrepancy does it make, huh? His words would have soothed me if it was someone else rather than the latter. This is Maria, for freaking sake, my very own cousin! What kind of a disastrous joke is this?

"Wait, wait." I mumble, glancing at Andy, and he looks at me. "Babe, tell me it's not true. She... Maria... She ...