Ex-husband's regret, chasing his cold wife
“I do not have time for this, Anna, you’ve been very helpful.”
I spotted Sally ahead, and beside her was her friend Amanda. Sally’s complexion made me freeze for a few seconds. Her face was deathly pale, like all blood had been drained out of her. She looked so frail, and small. Like a small brush of my hand would make her crumble to dust.
I strode over to her and gently called her name. she didn’t acknowledge my presence and instead lowered her head and hurried on ahead.
“Sally,” I called again,