“I really messed up, didn’t I?” Cornelia mumbled a few minutes later as Agnes poured the tea and placed two cups on the kitchen table. “I didn’t really think it through.”
“Well, I hate to say it, but yeah. You kind of did, sweetie.” Agnes sat down and sipped her tea. “What on earth possessed you to do it? I thought you were going to file for divorce, especially after he was caught sneaking out of that motel he’d been staying at all weekend! Not to mention going off to France for months and just leaving you behind.”
Far away from him, life is about to spiral out of control, even as it forms in his hands.
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