The first year was a stuggle, but then it was okay. We didn’t have a baby. He didn’t want one. Yet.
After that first year, I got the job I wanted. And then one night, Ryder didn’t come home.
And the next morning, he came back smelling like Victoria's Secret perfume.
“Where were you?”
“At the precinct.”
“They close at eleven.”
“I was still there even though they closed late.”
I nodded and pursed my lips.
Several weeks later, the same thing happened.
But it got more and more frequent.
And I became more and more worried.
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Complications
Short StoryI hope he can un-complicate me. Well, at least a part of me. Since my past is very complicated, I hope that the future will be bright and simple. The exact opposite of what I am. But we'll see. We'll see. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved
