I WASN'T PREPARED to face my husband.
He stepped into the gym and sucked all the air out of it. I felt him before I saw him. Felt him from all the way across the room. A presence at my back. A gentle caress on my skin.
He looked at me with those brilliant blue eyes. Pieces of the sky trapped in sun-tipped irises. Oceans deep enough to suck you in. Drown you without warning.
I lost my breath. My mind.
My sanity.
I'm not made of stone. As much as I try to act like one, I'm no ice queen either. Beneath all the anger and pain beats a heart that still belongs to him. A heart that still longs for my husband.
And I'm not ashamed of that.
I came all this way because I love him.
I put up with his crap because I love him.
It's why I ignored him at the gym. Why I ran away. Why I keep running.
It's why I listen to every word Doc says. I didn't scrub grimy floors and wash old cars because I want to divorce my husband.
