MY EX-BOYFRIEND WANTS ME BACK
The cool liquid soothed my dry throat.
Sara sat beside me again. She didn’t push, rather she took my free hand, rubbing hers on it, that warmed me up. I took a deep breath, unsure if how to start, then she looked at me like she knew the struggle I was in.
Then she spoke first, her voice gentle but urgent.
“Marcus was rearrested.” Her voice gentle but urgent.
My hand froze mid-air, the empty glass hovering above the low table. The glass slipped from my fingers and landed with a soft clink. A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it, my lips trembled. My hands shook.