her head hung in her hands.
she felt herself slide down the wall and curl against the hardwood floor.
isaac, her isaac, had cheated.
he was curious.
he would be returning tomorrow to talk.
she didn’t know what to do.
do i stay? continue to love him? forgive him? move past this?
her stomach churned.
or do i leave? continue to love him? forgive him? and see what lies beyond?
the bile rose up her throat.
one day turned into four and the knock, so lightly on the door, sounded like a canon exploding.
she heard the latch of the lock turn.
she stayed in the dark of the den, comforted by feeling it gave her.