HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

Julian began to cry.

Quietly.

I had seen him cry only twice before.

At our wedding.

At my grandfather’s funeral.

This time, I felt no instinct to comfort him.

Love had left.

Compassion remained.

The two were not the same.

“What happens to him?” Julian asked.

“You will establish a lawful care plan under court supervision.”

“They may charge me.”

“I could go to prison.continue reading …