The Bride Is Not Me
"We'll burn everything that carries her scent, even the sketches she's so proud of. Of course, that's after she leaves the place with nothing. They'll make for good kindling.
"Her only job is to take care of you after the baby's here."
His voice was colder than the winds that howled in the tundra, but I didn't shed a single tear. I stood for a moment before picking up the pregnancy report. Then, I pulled the drawer open and fished out a stack of yellowing letters from within.
These were the love letters Zachary used to write me in college. I switched on the shredder that sat in the corner. It let out a loud, grating roar, clearly hungry for paper.