Like Spring Forgiving Snow

Summary

For every wedding anniversary, Caleb brought a woman home. His excuse? For me to “train” her.

At our tenth anniversary dinner, he brought home a cocktail waitress from some downtown club, still squeezed into a tacky bunny costume.

“She doesn’t have a gown. Give her your wedding dress,” he commanded, his voice casual, as if discussing the weather. “And that jewelry set I gave you last month. As for shoes… I think the ones you’re wearing will do just fine.”

He leaned in, his breath hot and laced with expensive scotch. “And listen, she’s young, doesn’t know much.