I look at her, at a loss for words.
"You don't laugh anymore, you don't even enjoy being with me. Even... you don't make love to me like you used to. Our intimate moments vanished with her."
Each word hits like a sharp blow.
"Really think about what you want," she continues. "I've waited three years for you to decide, but I'll only wait six more months."
She opens the door and gets out of the car without waiting for a response. Before I can say a word, she slams it shut.
I watch her walk away, feeling like everything around me is falling apart.
Because, even though I don't want to admit it, I know she's right. Since Michelle left, everything has changed.
And maybe... so have I.
***
Dylan
I'm in the middle of a crucial meeting, listening intently to the projections for the next ye
