We went to morning service as usual the next day.
You braided Isabella's long hair, the same wheat color as yours, while I cooked breakfast. Alfie sat on my hip, quiet, serene.
I usually never gave a second thought about moments like these. Until I caught you. I could only appreciate this scene.
We seemed like a family. I wanted to keep it that way.
The sermon at church was on extramarital affairs.
You didn't even blink twice.
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Short StoryWe swore to stay together. So when you shifted around, I stayed as an ever present shadow. There are more important matters than your affairs, James. I couldn't leave you because of them.
