“Let’s stop by so I can show you my house.”
“Okay,” I answer nonchalantly, wondering if this is his usual ruse to get me alone.
Thinking about his new wife, I wonder how he is with her. Walking through, we approach the large bed that used to be our own. Keeping my face carefully non-reactive, I silently wonder if he abuses her there in the same manner that he did me.
While taking it all in, a chill creeps up my spine as I notice a familiar object in the head of their marital bed; a wedding album, featuring: Me.