My Sentence for Her Crime
I replied, "I've always been the one taking care of myself."
Her gaze dropped, a fragile, sorrowful curve on her lips.
I gave a single nod, then turned and walked away down the tree-lined street.
I didn't look back, but I could feel her standing there, watching me until I disappeared from view.
Dark clouds gathered, and the rain began to fall—a light drizzle that quickly swelled into a downpour.
From the taxi window, I saw her, still standing there, soaked to the bone, her figure small and empty. The woman who had once shattered my life would now serve the prison sentence that was rightfully hers.