My Husband Wants An Open Marriage
Why does it feel like I’m closing a door I won’t be able to open again?
With a shaky breath, I toss my bag into the back of Luke’s Aston Martin, the one he’d handed over with such ease this morning. When I slide into the driver’s seat and start the engine, the speakers burst to life with an absurdly peppy tune. The chorus blares with lines that I’m almost sure are deliberate: “You can run, but you can’t hide, I’ll be there when you’re sleeping at night!”
I groan, laughing despite myself. Of course, I think, my heart warming a little at the ridiculousness of it all. Luke’s handiwork, no doubt. I leave the song on, letting the absurdity lift my spirits as I pull out onto the road.