The Turning Point
The decision was made. I deserved better.
I left work early, claiming illness.
My heart pounded as I drove home.
Emmett’s car was there. Hours too soon.
Carefully, I approached from the side yard.
Voices drifted from the patio. Laughter.
I crouched by the window, heart in my throat.
Emmett, Phoebe, Finn, and Luca.
Drinking my Christmas bourbon.
Phoebe’s hand on his thigh. Such familiarity.
