It Will, Once You Leave
“I hope your day gets better,” said her husband, hovering in the front door. “Me too,” she said, eyes shut tight. The door closed softly.
“I hope your day gets better,” said her husband, hovering in the front door. “Me too,” she said, eyes shut tight. The door closed softly.
She had said ‘I do’ in a swirl of cherry blossom. She signed the divorce papers in a storm of autumn leaves.