I Called Off My Wedding With One Sentence

there was only breathing. Sharp, uneven.

“Ethan.”

“You found my number.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“This smug little… whatever this is.”

I sat in the dark living room with one lamp on and my grandfather’s old legal pad on my knee. Not notes. Just habit. When I needed to think, I liked a pen in my hand.

“You sprayed my mother with a hose.”

“I was joking.”

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