Chapter 25

My mouth opens and closes, and nothing goes in, nor does it come out. I'm frozen all over, cold seeps through every pore, it holds me locked in place. Can't move, can't think, can't even fucking breathe. All I'm left with is a tightness in my chest I know all too well by now, and a lump in my throat that refuses to go down. I think we just had our first fight, and I'm terrified it might be our last. Frantically, I manage to jump off the chair and run to the window, pulling apart the sheer curtains so I can stare outside. And sure enough, there he is, all six feet of him, marching down the street with his hands in the pockets of that black overcoat that looks so good on him. He has his head down and doesn't even look back, or up, doesn't search me out.