Love, Broken, and Found
"Sorry. Larissa suddenly felt a little sick. I had to take her to the hospital. We'll have plenty of anniversaries in the future anyway. After Larissa leaves tomorrow, I'll do anything you want, okay?"
The concert finally started. The music drifted through the stadium, soft and melodic.
I closed the messaging app and, for the first time in a month, opened social media.
A photo Larissa had just posted popped right up—it was her selfie with Jeff at the concert.
The music continued, as if mocking me for still holding out hope for him when I agreed to the concert and during the journey here.
And now, that tiny hope was completely gone.
After divorcing him seven times, I should have known by now.