I liked the post, then put my phone down and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night, George’s call woke me.
“Elara, what kind of mother are you?” he raged. “Do you have any idea how long Deo waited for you? He’s still crying!”
1 rubbed my eyes. “Oh,” I said casually, “Well, tell him I’m sorry.”
There was a two–second pause, then a cold laugh. “Elara, do you believe I can make it so you never see him again?” The threat was
unmistakable.
But I was no longer the woman who would bow to him for a glimpse of her child.
“Okay,” I said, my voice distant as I stared at the ceiling.
George swallowed hard. “Elara, what did you just say?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.
I sat up, my hair brushing against the hotel sheets. “I said okay, You’re his father. Do whatever you want.”
Theard the sound of something smashing on his end of the line
“Elara, I’m giving you one last chance. Take back what you just said. Or I’m taking Leo out of the country tomorrow, and you will
never, ever see him again.”
I swiped out of the call and opened my photo gallery. Fifty–two videos. Over a thousand pictures. I had watched and looked at every
single one countless times.
Chapter 2
Taking a deep breath, I deleted the entire album. Suddenly, I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow.
I called him back. “George,” I said, before he could speak. “We were never really married, were we?”
The silence on his end was deafening.
11:5
I lowered my eyes, continuing as if talking to myself. “Since we were never married, there’s no
up.”
need
for a
divorce. Let’s just break
hung up. A second later, a furious pounding shook my hotel room door.
“Elara! Open this door!” George’s voice was a raw, furious roar from the hallway.
“Elara! If you have the guts to say it, say it to my face! Open the door!”
I sighed, but didn’t rush to open it. Instead, I calmly changed into a warm, comfortable set of clothes.
When I finally opened the door, George was standing there without a coat. The March air in Port Sterling still had a biting chill, but
he seemed oblivious to it.
“Come in,” I said, stepping aside and settling calmly onto the sofa. Years with George had forged an unshakeable composure in
He didn’t sit. He stood over me, his tall frame casting a long, oppressive shadow.
“Elara, who gave you the damn nerve to break up with me?” he seethed, his eyes burning with a rage I knew all too well.
