Broken BridgeWhen I'd finished unpacking, the house seemed more inviting. Mark was downstairs, bustling about in the way he had of doing when something needed accomplished, and while that was usually a welcome trait the prospect of taking care of one more thing right now was just too overwhelming. So I sat on top of one of the trunks, my elbows on ( Read more... )

Lisa was pale, the skin around her eyes colored with fatigue. She must have been standing there for a hour at least, the entire duration of the surgery that Stacy had told her not to watch. It wasn't going to do any good, sitting here like this with raw deliberation running through her veins. If Lisa kept watching, waiting, and trying she was going ( Read more... )

She knew that he hated her ( Read more... )

The room was dimly lit, and she'd done that on purpose. The raw, perfect light of not candles but as best that could come from hotel room conditions. He was closer than her next breath and further away than childhood dreams, the lingering taste of familiarity burning across her mouth.

If you hadn't just had a fight with Mark -Oh, shut up! Shut up ( Read more... )

It was getting away that was the hardest. Running was easy, but making any sort of advancement into a new life was the part that was impossible. It felt like an uphill battle, something she couldn't escape if she wanted to. And going in circles was even worse still. It was the same sort of uphill theory, but not getting anywhere made it harder and ( Read more... )

It was the third hotel, but she didn’t know how many more there would be to come. Why she moved so much she didn’t know, but getting further and further away was the only idea she could think of. There were only a few suitcases since most of her things were still at his apartment, but she could make do with this for now. Besides, moving on and past ( Read more... )