Continued from Group Therapy…
We meet in the café on the riverfront. He devours his slice of apple pie, and I am tempted to lick the crumbs from the corners of his mouth.
“I was driving,” he recounts. “Left without a scratch.”
“Do you ever want another?” I think about my husband, away on business. We’ve been married ten years and I still know not what he does.
He stares, then nods.
“Come home with me.”
My bed is so cold.
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Up Next: Part 3 – Empty Mansion
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In addition to being Black History Month, February is also the month of love. ❤ So to count down to Valentine’s Day, the one holiday I love to hate, I’ve decided to repost my Group Therapy series. It’s a story about two grieving parents who find love in the unlikeliest of places. I hope you enjoy.
Note: The link for part 3 will work when the post is published tomorrow.
Ommmgggg arrrrgggggg WHERE’S PART 3???? I’M SO INVESTED!!!!
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LOL! Stay tuned! 😉
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Booo!!! 👎🏾👎🏾👎🏾🙄🙄
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