YENA
“Oh, Yena, I’m so sorry… are you alright?”
I closed my eyes and thought about that.
“I don’t know, Tina. But I will be.”
“Yes,” she said. “I know you will. And I’m proud of you for following your dream.”
Tina sounded sad, probably because she could feel that I was.
I was sitting in bed, staring at the door. Wondering when Nolan was going to come back here tonight… or if he would at all.
Maybe he didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as me tonight.
And if he did walk through the door, what was I going to say to him?
He seemed upset when I gave him the divorce forms back, signed.
But he was the one who wrote them up in the first place…
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