When Love Breaks in Two

Summary

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Every time my husband, Caleb, leaves to be with his childhood sweetheart, I burn one of the Polaroids or love letters he sent me.

The flames in the fireplace danced. Tonight, I was burning the ninety-ninth one.

“Ava’s scared of the dark, and there’s a blizzard coming. She’ll be nervous all alone in her apartment. You look tired anyway. I’ll be back in the morning.”

Caleb said this while straightening his service jacket. I calmly pulled a document from my bag.

He was in a hurry to go play