Sometimes I catch his gaze across the room. For a second. No longer. In his eyes — everything we'll never say out loud.
I moved to another city. New job, new life, new people. They say time heals. Maybe.
Yesterday I got a message from an unknown number.
"She filed for divorce. I'm free. Are you?"
I've been staring at the screen for three hours.
And I don't know what to answer.