The Midnight Iris of Betrayal

I was just planting seeds for my new li

tall, with kind eyes and a nervous energy about him. "Ma'am," he began,

rmation. "My lawyer will handle the details. Just focus on your broth

can I have your number? So I can keep you updated on my bro

ous, cut through the air. He was there, st

led, his tie askew. His eyes, usually so calc

ked away, focusing on the young man. "My lawyer wi

turning bright red, gave a quick, respectfu

ng from behind him, her face a picture of feigned conce

ce. The sight of them together, his fake c

my heel and

ver!" Brennan yelled after me, his vo

h rising in my throat. It had

arking lot. I slid into the

ument. "Your divorce certificate, Allison.

like the marriage certificate, only redder, bolder, screaming finality. The irony wasn't

nnan's?" I aske

eat. "He refused to sign for it. I

alidated marriage certificate onto

ped it into a nearby trash can. New phone, new number

the window. My breath hitched. Brennan' s sleek black car, instant

my window, hoping he wouldn' t see me.

car was left behind, fading into the rearview mirror