“I wish… I wish…”
“Don’t you dare say it!”
His mouth fell closed. He stared, throat bobbing, I took a step back.
“Don’t soften the blow, don’t pretend that any of this mattered to you.” I turned and opened the fridge pulling out a bottle of wine then bustling through the drawers for a bottle opener.
“Sera can we please just-“
“NO!”
The drawer slammed shut and I pulled a glass from the hanging rack...