How far?

Arlo’s POV

Five Years Later

I am now thirty nine.

The last time you heard from me I was on the way to Greece to make a baby with my second wife Crystal.

If you’re wondering how that went— it was terrible.

I tried.

I tried.

We both tried.

But it seemed like I had gotten impotent overnight.

My member refused to work. Crystal tried.

She did her best to arouse me but nothing she did worked.

I attended therapy for a year, drank healthy smoothies, changed my diets every six months.

(These were all Crystal’s doing).

At some point, I had given up on my life.

Nothing interested me. Not my life, nor my company.

For five years, I’ve spent every day and night thinking about the one woman that came into my life for only a week and left me impotent.

I would not say she charmed me or used some kind of voodoo.

But I would say that my whole being only belonged to her, and no one else.

A DAY BEFORE IVORY’S IMPROMPTU RELEASE

“I want a divorce.” Crystal slammed the table with papers, raising dus