Chapter 17

One moment of weakness and his life was sliding out from under him. Pouring another drink, Julius returned to his desk. But really it started falling apart long before that. Hesitating, he unlocked the bottom drawer to remove a small velvet-lined box and a folder. Taking another sip of his drink, he opened the folder. On top was a pack of papers: divorce papers. Lying on top of that was a short note written in a careful scrawl. He was taken back to that night six years ago.

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Slam!

“Macey! How dare you ignore my calls!” Julius shouted as he stumbled into the apartment. “Macey! Don’t ignore me! We’re not done talking!”

He made it through the entry, past the kitchen, tossing his keys and phone on the counter without really seeing it or the items left on it. Julius skirted the living room as he headed toward the bedroom. If he had been sober he might have realized it was too quiet and no one would be able to ignore his drunken rantin