always thought buying me pads from the supermarket was humiliating and shameful.
How could two people be so different?
When I came out, Jordan was waiting for me beside the bed. He didn’t know what discharge was, so he thought I was on my
period.
“Does your stomach hurt? Should I get you something hot to drink?” he asked.
I smiled and looked at him gratefully. “No, it’s fine. I’ve already troubled you enough.”
He said nonchalantly, “We should care for each other since we’re alone out here.”
I lay on the bed after Jordan left and started going through the photos I’d taken during the trip. I picked a few and shared them on my social media. I captioned the post, “It was worth the trip, Westmont.”
The photos were all my selfies. Shortly after I shared them, Chuck called me, his tone softer than usual. “Come home if you’ve had enough fun. I’m still waiting for you to make me chicken noodle soup.”
I snorted. “Do you think I’m your maid or something? I was willing to do many things for you when I loved you I had no
complaints even when getting up at 1:00 am to cook for you.
“But I don’t love you anymore. Hearing you say these things makes my stomach turn. Wake up, Chuck. We’re over. I’ll be back in Cloud City tomorrow, so we can get the divorce finalized. I’ll take this to court if you object.”
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Only then did Chuck realize I was serious about the divorce. I hung up on him after saying my piece, not giving him the chance to speak.
It was still early when I arrived in Cloud City. Jordan kept asking me whether I felt okay on the flight back. It didn’t annoy me. On the contrary, I was touched. No one had ever cared about me so much, aside from the old Chuck.
Jordan and I exchanged numbers once I found a place to stay. Then, he reluctantly left.
The first thing I did upon returning was to head to Cloud City Church, which Marge had visited. I wasn’t in any rush to go to
Chuck.
I had to ask around for a while before locating the pastor who’d spoken to Marge the other day.
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