Chloe sighed and shook her head. Then she began to cry. It came silently, her eyes blurring over the heat of her tears burning to get out and slide down her face. She sat there in the cold fall shade on the quiet street, not able to stop the soft, silent downpour of tears.
Chloe didn't feel the loss of her husband or friends. She felt the betrayal of the man she trusted more than anyone else. How could he? Then before she could even be properly upset with him or digest it all, he was gone. She loved him; she did, even if it was a messed up sloppy, boring love; it was something. Kendra was right; Chloe had wasted so much of her life being Mrs. Jonathan Harris instead of Chloe.
