The Turning Point
The decision was made. I deserved better.
I left work early, claiming illness.
My heart pounded as I drove home.
Emmett’s car was there. Hours too soon.
Carefully, I approached from the side yard.
Voices drifted from the patio. Laughter.
I crouched by the window, heart in my throat.
Emmett, Phoebe, Finn, and Luca.
Drinking my Christmas bourbon.
Phoebe’s hand on his thigh. Such familiarity.
The “birthday surprise,” Finn said. Another joke?
They planned it all. I had heard enough.
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