ASH

"The woman in question. . . is my wife."

Immediately I say those damming words, I release her hands and step back. I can't look at her, I just fucking can't. I can't change this already awkward situation I've gotten myself into but I know how this must sound to her.

Bad.

Very bad.

It's like rubbing salt into an injury and hoping it'll get better.

Not fucking going to happen.

I claw a hand through my hair as I begin to pace. "You don't understand," I say more to myself than to her, as if by saying that will magically make things alright. "I didn't have a choice,...