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Marriage was not what Marion believed it was to be. Martin was settled, distant, as if getting married was a check on his to do list. Something had to change, she knew, or, she feared that Martin never would so the change had to come from her. In her.
The best way to change, she thought, was simply to leave. So, she did, never believing that Martin would even notice, even care. But, time and distance have a way of healing and clearing… or so she hoped.
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
“I fall in love all the time now, that’s new,” she told him. The remnants of a light breakfast sat quietly on the table between them. She smiled. He did not. She looked out across the street to the water with its shimmering blue and sighed. He stared at her, his eyes dark, receding. Without even looking at him, she knew he was struggling with it. She could feel it still. Almost a year away from him and she could still feel his emotions. Emotions that he refused to speak or even acknowledge, but still, she could feel them fired across the table or the room or even the dark of night. Even as the light from the bedside lamp receded, she could feel his emotions — mostly anger, discomfort, hate. Then as now. She turned back to look at him, those dark eyes, those sagging shoulders.
