Renee’s POV When it becomes apparent that I am trapped here, I nervously turn to Eric. He keeps his eyes ahead on the road, his jaw clenched tight, and his knuckles white, gripping the steering wheel. You’re not getting out of this car,” Eric says through gritted teeth. “You won’t get away wi
“You guys are getting a divorce?” She asks. Eric closes his eyes and tosses his head back, and annoyed grunt escaping from him. He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I forgot that with the snow Debbie was brought home early by another parent while I went to go get you,” While I do want a divorce, th
Renee’s POV Debbie’s worries of divorce are lodged out of her mind and now her thoughts are consumed of the talent show happening at her school. “Debbie hold still,” I urge her as I try to click the clip through her high pony tail. “It’s hurts!” She whines and wiggles some more. “Not if you
I don’t because that will only give her more fuel to make my life miserable, not to mention me saying that alludes that I also want to be with Eric, and I don’t. “I heard Eric knows who you really are,” Mia says. I nod. “Sounds like a mess. Glad I got out from all that,” she says and brushes past
Renee’s POV “It’s just not fair!” Debbie whines over the sound of the front door slamming shut. “Life’s not fair!” I yell back, hearing the words of a mother I never knew echo out from me. “What’s going on?” Eric asks stepping into the foyer. He’s still in his work clothes, telling me he just
“Right,” I say bitterly. “I’ll go then,” I say and storm out the front door before he can see my tears fall. I put the car in drive before I even know where I’m going. It’s impossible to know how to feel around Eric. I turn on the radio and put the volume on blast. I don’t feel like deciphering
Renee’s POV The next morning is Saturday. Usually, weekends are slow to start and evolve into some kind of fun activity the three of us agree on to be enjoyable. Though with the steady gray days and bitter cold, mostly weekends have become just lazy. Though today is different. The sun peaks thr
“Annie’s Apparel,” He says testing the name out. “You’re that Luna who faked her own death to get away from her husband,” His eyes go wide and I feel the color drain from my face. “Can I have your autograph?” He asks, unable to get the words to spill out fast enough. “I’m trying not to have that a
we were looking at one another she figured as much,” I guess that’s what I get for having Margaux be around in our lives for so long, she can pick up on these things. The boat, which really is more like a mini yacht await our boarding. It’s white with black linings and a wooden deck is being
We leave the restaurant just as local news shows up outside the building. Ducking inside Eric’s car, my heel breaks and I nearly fall. Eric catches me by my arm. I look up at him and he grins. “You need better shoes,” he says referring to the time my heel broke when I modeled by design outfit.
fancy but I never was one who enjoyed to get all glamours and I did warn him that I wasn’t going to be the old wife that he once had, the one who would’ve dressed in the most elegant and fanciest clothing just to appease him no matter how out of place I felt. So, I decide to where what I like.
I’m pulled from sleep by something brushing up against my thigh. My eyelids flutter open, light filtering into my vision. “Good afternoon,” Eric whispers into my ear, it’s then that I realize it’s his palm making soft strokes against my upper thigh. His touch callouses scratch against my bare
just as unhappy with the attention as I am. “I should have called Andrew,” he says and reaches in his pocket I presume to do exactly that. I sink down in my passenger seat as if I could make myself invisible. The excitement grows among the crowd, body’s squirming against one another like a pac
I wake up with a gasp. “What time is it?” “Almost six,” Emily says from the other side of the living room. I rub my eyes. At some point I must’ve fallen asleep. “Did you sleep at all?” I ask. “I couldn’t sleep with a hundred people outside my house,” Emily says with a bit of a bite to her
that I’m about to learn it’s not. I toss my phone aside and go for my laptop tucked inside my work bag. “You’re working?” Emily asks. I don’t answer her, I can’t. I’m too focused. I sign into my works database and pull up our network that tracks our global ratings. “No,” I gasp. “Well, if
It’s late. I’m tired. Yet the crowd outside Emily’s house continues to buzz with energy. The closer I get to the window, the more I can pick up on the undercurrent of anticipation, so I stay far away from the window. The crowd rotates through a series of chants. Each other be more annoying tha
The man approaches Eric, who remains in his seat, clearly not seeing the man as a threat. Though I can’t hear what they’re saying, I can gather the conversation well enough based off their loose hand gestures towards the house. Just then the stranger looks up and smiles knowingly at Emily and