answer, another voice came from the doorway.

“Who did you beg to send you those?”

My body went still.

My ex-husband stood there.

Uninvited.

He looked around at the flowers with the familiar smirk I had endured for years.

Strangely, I felt no fear.

No embarrassment.

Only calm.

“Nobody begged.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“A boy promised me these when I was fifteen.”

I continue reading …