I drop them both. Standing in the middle of the room, I look around. The evidence is staring me in the face, but I don’t want to see it. I refuse to see it. I won’t f*****g allow it to take shape in my head.
Feliks fidgets at my side. He can see what I’m denying. He knows it as well as I do.
Through the window, we can hear the music and laughter from my wedding reception. My wife’s joy, pure and perfect, floating on the night air.
All I can think is, It’s not f*****g fair. The world is not a fair place; I’ve known that since the day I was born. No one earns what they get, or gets what they deserve. It just is. Everything simply is.
And what this is is betrayal.
I feel sick to my stomach. But I force myself to paste on a smile when I hear a knock at the door and I turn to see Jasmine a
