“Since the restaurant… a couple. But no worries, they’ll go away on their own. I’m sure of it. Just like they did the last time.”
She doesn’t look convinced. “Let’s go have some breakfast, then we need to talk.”
I wring out one of the wet towels, twisting hard until it’s dry. About now, that’s what my guts feel like.
She wraps it around her body, grabs her clothes, and waits while I jump into my shorts. We dash in the cold rain up the back stairs and into her bedroom.
There, we silently dress as the smell of bacon wafts up the stairs.
I’m mortified she saw me so vulnerable and the only words that come to mind sound insipid.Hello, luv, your husband is a fuckin’ fucked up mess? A former Marine, former bodyguard, now worthless piece of shit.
I need her to understand it will go away when I reenlist. There, I’ll regain the man I lost under the Hummer in the sands of Afghanistan. This time, I’ll get it right.
