Thursday morning dawned just like every other morning. Glen had breakfast with his family, even if his mood was more sullen than usual, and then went off to work. Cherish played the dutiful wife, saying all the right things at all the right times, going through the motions, but her mind was anywhere but on what she did. Faith was due back tomorrow, and that only gave Cherish one day to get Edwin back in her grasp. So far, nothing she attempted that week had worked. She followed him around the office, brought him lunch, even stayed after work hoping to get him alone. Yet, he seemed to do everything in his power to avoid her. He went home early. Left the office for lunch on some trumped-up business meeting. Arrived to work late. He did everything he could to avoid her, and so far, it worked. Today would not differ from the looks of things, either.By the time work was over, Edwin Coldwell was nowhere in sight, and she had no real reason to hang around. Nessa Sanchez, the part-time office
Glen spent all day trying to shake the feeling that his wife had betrayed him, sneaking around behind his back for some sexual adventure with her boss. Yet, the feeling never went away. The worse part was that since he arrived home, the feeling only grew into a nauseous knot in the pit of his stomach. All Cherish did was bitch about her sister and how Edwin immediately went all gooey when she returned. She didn't even care that Glen dropped Jordie off at his Grandma Lansky's for the night. Barely even noticed it, actually. She obsessed over Edwin and his infatuation with Faith. You just don't talk about someone that much unless there's something happening between you. Glen knew. He knew his wife cheated on him, even if she hadn't admitted it the other night, and now he just couldn't take hearing it anymore."You're fucking Edwin," he whispered. It wasn't an accusation. He didn't yell. He merely made a statement."Are we really going to do this again?" She glared at him.He shrugged. "I
When she woke, still crumpled on the floor in the hallway, she had a text from Glen. I dropped Jordie off at your parents' home. You can pick him up there. Don't worry. I didn't tell them anything. But what did he tell Jordie? That was the question rattling around in her brain right then. She moved, every muscle screaming at her for the way she slept last night. She deserved the agony. She deserved worse. All she had wanted was to feel again, to have the adventures she used to have that made her feel alive, even those adventures in the end left her high and dry. She wasn't sure when she fell asleep. When Glen left, all she could do was crumble to the floor and cry until no more tears flowed. It felt like forever ago.Cherish heard the front door open. "Anyone home?" It was Aubrey, their neighbor, which meant Cherish slept all night on the floor with the front door unlocked. Glen always made sure to lock the house up before he went to bed."I'm here," Cherish said as she forced herself
Glen dropped Jordie off at the Driscolls' and sent Cherish a note telling her she could pick him up there. He just didn't want to face her again, didn't want to listen to more of her justifications and hurtful words. He didn't think he could take any more pain. Not from the woman for whom he sacrificed everything.Instead, he texted Brent Dodson, his partner at Melbourne Docks and Piers, and told him to meet him for a beer. Of course, Brent, always up for a cold one, said no problem, and thirty minutes later, they sat around a bar table at Grill's, overlooking the Indian River, Glen pouring his guts out to his friend. The night before, he gave his parents a quick synopsis of what transpired between Cherish and himself. Both said he was free to stay at their place as long as he needed, his mother seeming as if she knew this would happen and felt justified in her feelings toward Cherish, which had never been accepting. Glen spent the night sleeping next to Jordie, but not really sleeping
It didn't go well with her parents. Cherish stopped by their house to pick up Jordie, and her mother, ever the nosy one, was full of interrogating questions Cherish couldn't avoid. After all, Glen never dropped Jordie off on the weekend, and why wasn't Cherish with him when he did? After sending Jordie out to the backyard to play in the sandbox his grandpa made for him, she dumped everything on her parents in one lengthy monotone monologue. She screwed up, and she owned it. Her mother went hysterical at first, blaming Edwin for seducing her daughter and Glen for not satisfying Cherish. It was everyone's fault but Cherish's. Valerie Driscoll even managed to somehow make Cherish's affair Faith's fault. Cherish just shook her head, not saying a word. Her father, Arni Driscoll, just sat there, his hands on the top of his head as he stared into space. He said nothing. He didn't condemn her. He didn't join in his wife's rant against everyone else who failed his daughter. He just sat there. W
Selby was the one who finally broke the silence, his expression one of sympathy. She should have known they would know about Glen leaving her, probably had a party about it, laughing at her. "Hey, Cherish. Your mom told us what happened. I'm sorry to hear what's happening."Cherish glanced at him and nodded. "Me, too. Thanks."Faith continued to stare. "Why are you here?" Cherish's sister had really perfected her bitch face.Cherish looked out at the breaking waves, then down at the beach. She struggled to hold it together, bouncing between being angry and just feeling lost. Finally, she stared down at her hands. "I don't know what to do. I've lost Glen. You've got Edwin. I …""I don't have Edwin." Faith's voice wasn't a shout, but it was cold and hard. "I have Selby."Cherish snorted a short laugh. "You were fucking Edwin. I'm not stupid." She glanced at Selby. "He seduced your wife, too.""No, he didn't," Selby said.Were they really going to deny it? "Bullshit. Your wife isn't Miss
Glen stood on his parents' back porch staring up at the clouds drifting by as his thoughts churned. Cherish called, telling him about her conversation with Faith and Selby, wanting him to know they were right, and Faith actually fucked Edwin. Selby even knew about it and was happy. All Glen could tell her was that at least Selby knew and wasn't blindsided. What the Greers did in their marriage was up to them. He didn't care. What he cared about was his wife cheating on him and knowing she would go to work tomorrow, side-by-side with her lover. "Ex-lover," Cherish reminded him, but he didn't care. She wanted him to come home, but he couldn't. Not yet. Not while she still worked at Rutherford Construction.He heard footsteps behind him. "Here," his mother said as she stepped up beside him, a coffee mug with a rooster painted on the front in her hand. "I thought you could use a cup of coffee. A hot beverage always helps ease tense emotions."Giving his mother a weak smile, he muttered his
Cherish pulled up in front of the Lansky home, the other Lansky home, her stomach a twisted knot ready to snap and send her hurling into the bushes. Faith and Selby's words haunted her with how accurate they were. She had screwed the pooch, being her typical selfish, bitchy self, and it was time for her to fix it. It was time to talk to Glen, and if she was honest with herself, she wasn't sure she had the guts for it. He didn't seem too willing to talk on the phone earlier.She shifted the car into park and turned off the engine, but she didn't make a move to open her door. Instead, she stared at the front of her in-laws's house, dreading knocking on their door. She had thought about just texting Glen and asking him to meet her outside, so she could avoid the judgmental glares she knew Brenda Lansky would give her, but then decided against it. She deserved those glares.Once Cherish left her sister's house, she drove around for a while, not even paying attention to where she drove. She