He Made Me the Joke, So I Went Home to the Mafia
"It wasn't. I left in pieces, Wilson. Every joke took one. Every time you told me not to make a thing of it took one. Every time you comforted Chloe after she hurt me, another piece was gone. By the time I got on that plane, there wasn't enough of me left to stay."
His breath caught. "I'm sorry."
"I know."
"Does that matter at all?"
"It matters for you. Not for us."
His breathing hitched.
“I can change.”
“Maybe you can,” I said. “But I won’t be the woman you practice on.”
Silence stretched between us.
Then I said, “Tomorrow is April Fools. It used to be our anniversary, too. From now on, it’s only April Fools.”
Something clattered on his end. A moment later, an older woman’s voice came on th
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