Weston

Anger courses through my body like I’ve touched a live wire. Is she fucking with me right now? I'm her home? She unraveled the life we had woven together and threw it away as if it meant nothing. I clench my jaw, grinding my molars, trying to tame the fire within.

“Start talking, Mel. I need an answer that’ll put an end to this madness,” I demand, voice laced with desperation and a hint of vulnerability.

Her fingers cling to the blanket, an ...