If Ryan looked down just then, he'd see me, but he didn't.
I thought I could keep it together, and stay silent after keeping it bottled up all day. But when Ryan and Sherry returned to her place and he didn't leave, I couldn't help but call.
He dismissed my first few calls, then the second. It wasn't until the third that he picked up.
He sounded annoyed. "I'm in a meeting. What is it?"
Suddenly, it was like my frozen heart started beating again, each pulse raw with pain.
"Ryan, enjoying the crab you peeled? How sweet is that cherry lipstick?"
Ryan sounded rattled. "Hannah, where are you?"
"Do you even remember what today is? Five years ago today, we lost our child. He's gone. And you? You're in bed with her, planning to start another family?"
There we sat, across a vast table.
After seven years, we couldn't even muster the courtesy you'd give a stranger.
"If you have no objections, just sign."
Ryan barely glanced at the divorce papers before tossing them aside.
"Hannah, I don't want a divorce."
"You have a child with her! And you say you don't want a divorce? What do you see me as, Ryan?"
"Am I just your loyal maid?"
"Or just an easy mark?"