fire" at her own place, the space had been slowly colonized by her things. Her floral-print cushions clashe

family, that she was grieving, that we had to be patien

gaping hole in my chest. I wanted to smash something

el popped up. It was a picture of her wrist, adorned with a new, diamond-encrusted wat

piece I' d pointed out to Kason weeks ago. He had

he table. The cuff of his dark suit, the gl

day last month. He' d forgotten until the last minute and

con under Hazel's post.

n. Then I shut it off, a single

t the door. They were laughing, stumblin

," Kason called out, his voice slu

just sat in the d

lurred, pointing a lazy fin

toward my bedroom,

ard Hazel whisper loud

my door, my

a soft, cloying murmur.

a kiss. A wet, sloppy soun

e, lis

"you're so much better th

away, to tell her she was drunk

he d

he rustle of cloth

y, my eyes widening in disbelief at the scene on the sofa

ff the side table. It sha

Kason looked up, his eyes wi

what it looks lik

d, my voice shaking

alk toward me, but

etching sound. "Kason, I

her instantly. He rushed to he

t you. Let's get yo

ng me standing alone in the wreckage of my life. I watched him go,

. Our love, our

of my hand. My movements were calm, deliberat

was t

my bedroom. I picked up th

late. Is ever

voice flat. "Cancel my upco

ou talking about? You're

. "I'm leaving the cou

, of the man who had promised me the w