STRIKER

 

 

 

I want a divorce. I thought it was a bad joke. 

“Excuse me?” I stopped to a halt. My heart threatened to stop. The world seemed to stand still as I turned around, making me unsteady.

I knew something was wrong when I talked to Reed over the phone. And London just sat there before the sandwich I made for her and hadn’t eaten it yet. 

We were happy when I left her office this morning. Something had happened between when I left and her coming over here.

“Come again?” I asked as I felt a heartbreak waiting to happen.

“I want out.” As she answered me, I wanted...