The Gumbo Betrayal

e scent of my past, a life I had packed away five years ago for Ethan. Tonight was our fifth anniversary,

but with a pre-packed weekend bag slung over his shoulder. H

up at work. Big client

the room, avoiding mine

sary?" I asked,

make it up to you, I promise. Ne

gone. The door clicked shut, leaving me alone with

through my phone, a numb routine. That's when I saw it. Sabrina

d his arm around her, and she was holding up a case of boutique wine, a wide, triumphant smile

ome bonds are just t

n, with a strange sense of calm, I pr

rang. It was Ethan. His v

looks like. Sabrina' s just going throug

the hum of the

ou, I swear. Next yea

e scent of my forgotten

I said, my voice quiet but clea