Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister
The fabric of the suit sank under Rita’s pressure, forming a small indentation.
"What else?"
Jenny took a sip of coffee. The hot liquid burst with bitterness on her tongue, mixed with the smell of ink from the paper cup. As she swallowed, the muscles in her throat contracted, producing a “gurgle” sound.
“He doesn’t want that dinosaur anymore,” she said. Her voice came from deep within her throat, so smooth that it seemed unfamiliar even to her own ears. The edges of each consonant were blurred, and the fullness of the vowels disappeared. All that remained was a dry, emotionless tone. “He said Anna bought him a new one. An entire set.”