Feels Like Home
When he first opened the door to her knock, he thought the
woman standing there was a crack whore. And then he realized
she was his wife.
Ex-wife.
For a second he could only stand there staring at her. A bag of
bones with stringy once-blond hair and drug-dulled eyes that
used to sparkle like sapphires. Yeah, she was his ex. And a crack
whore. The one didn't preclude the other, though if anyone had
told him that five years ago, he'd have pounded him into taco filler.
"Hi, Jim," she said, face expressionless. She didn't bother
brushing the rapidly melting snowflakes from her hair or her
shoulders. "It's been a long time."
Four years. Four long years. And now she was back and all
he could feel was panic. "What do you want?" Not Tyler, he
thought silently. Please, God, not that. Not that she would have
a leg to stand on even if she had come for their son. She'd signed
him away to save her own skin. After nearly killing him, she
hadn't had much choice in the matter.
"Not even going to invite me in? Say it's good to see me? Ask
how I've been?"
"I don't particularly give a damn how you've been." But he
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