Rejected by my Husband
Callista, asked.
“It doesn’t pay much, you know.”
I nodded. “It’s fine. I need the extra work.”
She gave me a pitying look, like she knew there was a story behind my tired face, but she didn’t ask.
The library was quiet, rows of books breathing softly under yellow lamps.
I sat behind the counter, stamping borrowed novels, checking returns, helping a few students find research books.
Every hour, I’d check my phone.
Every time the screen stayed blank, my chest would loosen just a little.
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