“Yes.”
He shook his head.
“I’ll never marry you.”
I felt like I had gotten in the face.
But about what will happen if I stop waiting.
The next morning Michael went down to the kitchen and saw what I had left on the table.
He smiled first.
And then he read it.
And his face immediately changed.
Because there was no divorce document, no
pictures of another man, no threats.
There was only one piece of paper.
And a list of things I planned to do in the next few days.
Michael has read it twice.
And then, for the first time in ten years, he looked at me not like a woman who wasn’t going anywhere.
But for a woman he could really lose.
“Laura… what is it?”
