Divorced and Rekindled (Once Divorced, Twice Loved)
I glance up the street and see the G-Wagon, then climb behind the steering wheel.
I don’t wait long before Samantha opens the passenger door and gets into the car.
Starting the engine, I guide the vehicle into traffic, and as we drive to Dante’s tattoo place, I ask, “Are you feeling better?”
Samatha shrugs and glances out the window. “It comes and goes.” She turns her gaze to me. “I don’t think it’s fully sunk in yet.”
Yeah, I don’t think so, either. She’s way too fucking calm. Either that or this woman is the strongest person I know.