Abby
I can’t stay here any longer.
Watching Karl and Shana dance together is more than I can bear. The music, the laughter, and the way they move together on the dance floor—it’s like someone just thrust an invisible dagger into my heart.
So, I slip away from the crowd, pushing through the side door and making my way to the dimly lit alley behind the restaurant. No one sees me go, or at least I hope they don’t.
I can just imagine Emily and her friends now, sneering at me. I can imagine what she’s saying now: that despite my proud attitude, my ex-husband is still dancing with another woman, and I’m standing on the sidelines like a wallflower at a middle school dance.
And suddenly, my little speech earlier seems hollow and pointless.
When I get outside, I let out a breath I didn’t re
