Seven Years, A Shattered Promise

process my words,

her. Not

silver chain on Ethan's neck. He gas

shrieked, her composure fi

chain. It was a duplicate of the one in my pocket, the on

my voice low and inten

ears ago, my arm in a cast after a motorcycle accident. Chloe, refusing to leave

e my husband," I had jo

rehead. "Let them th

ed at her. "He's lucky to have you, dear. I ha

r in another state who could make it exactly as we'd sketche

fastening the clasp around my neck. "So w

broken. The conn

of sadness, but of pure, undiluted rage at the

I said, my eyes locked o

, her voice a mix of fear and

cene," I snarle

ver chain from Ethan's neck. He yelped,

, the two rings dangli

led out the identical velvet box. I opened

than, mine in a box. Two cheap copies o

in her voice. She seemed to realize what I was ab

was t

ds together with

sharp edges digging into my palms. I twisted and pulled, grinding the two necklaces ag

let the ruined meta

t, final clatter on

years.

face pale, her mouth slightly open. For the first time since

leaving only a vast, achi