Mr Ex, Call me your uncle's wife now.
I fumbled with the keys, my hands shaking from the cold, and finally managed to unlock the door.
I slid into the driver's seat, dripping water onto the leather. The rain hammered against the roof, a deafening drumbeat. I sat there for a moment, my hands on the steering wheel, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
And then I broke.
The sobs came hard and fast, tearing through me like a storm. I pressed my forehead against the steering wheel, my shoulders shaking, my tears mixing with the rain on my face.
The sound of my own crying filled the car, raw and broken. I couldn't stop it, couldn't contain it. It was like a dam had burst inside me, and all the pain I had been holding back for weeks, mont