The Unseen Rival
Language: en
Jack and I walked out of the police station, heading home. I suddenly spoke, proposing divorce. Jack was focused on driving. Hearing my words, his tone was displeased: “Alex, there’s a limit to being willful.” I looked at him and couldn’t help but smile. “I’ve thought it through,” I said seriously. Then I turned, my eyes fixed on Jack, firm: “Let’s set each other free.”