The Last Yes
"Melissa, are you asleep? Don't wait up. I've got stuff to handle, and I won't make it home tonight.
"Just use one of those forgiveness cards, okay? I'll bring you some pastries tomorrow. I have to go, bye."
He hung up before I could even respond, leaving me with a dial tone.
I set the phone down, a bit too hard, and knocked over a cup.
Our engagement cup, the one we made together, shattered into two.
Maybe it was a sign that our relationship was broken beyond repair.
I opened the messenger and clicked on Walter's picture.
[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards.]