Pieces of Time
Language: en
“I’m coming back. Are you still waiting for me?” The text from my first love came with a picture of a flight ticket from London. Just ten seconds earlier, I had typed and sent my own reply: “I’m married.” My husband, Griffin, walked out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower. He saw the screen, and in one swift motion, he snatched the phone from my hands. “Is your jealousy really this out of control? I’ve told you, Isabelle is the only one for me.” His voice was laced with contempt. “I promised I wouldn’t divorce you. What gives you the right to grab my phone and stake your claim like…