She dropped a new song. How did I miss the fact that she was working again? I’ve been scouring the Internet ever since she came back to the city, and there was nothing. I had to hear about it from one of those hangers-on that my wife is so fond of. My wife, how the hell am I going to get by her?
I’m sure they didn’t think I heard their whispers through the voice-canceling headphones I had on, but lucky for me, I was in between playlists and overheard her name, which of course, made me stop in my tracks and listen.
Fuck this! I grabbed a light jacket from the guest closet and rushed towards the stairs, too much in a hurry to walk. “Hey, Rye….”
“Don’t call me that; I told you never to call me that.” Now walk away before I smash your fucking face in.