The Seventh Casing

Summary

I gave him seven bullet casings once. Seven promises to forgive.

I thought love could trump boundless favoritism.

Then he changed the lock code on our home to the birthday of Lena, his long-lost savior and unrequited love.

He let her tear apart the home I'd built. He let her steal the wedding gown I'd poured two years into.

Six times I stepped back. When he held out the last casing, I threw it away myself.

Dean. Seven was the end of it.

Whatever the Don wants to lavish on someone else, I'm done fighting for it. I don't want it anymore.