Divorced, Desperate and Dead(143)

By: Christie Craig

“Shit!” she muttered and turned, completely shocked that for the second time tonight someone had walked up on her. What was up with her hearing? She expected, or maybe hoped, it would be Marla again, but her hopes were futile.

Her father, anger in his eyes, stared down at her. “So now you have resorted to stealing your father’s brandy, have you?”

His anger, even his accusation, she could have handled. It was the disappointment in his eyes that had her wanting to take a running dive out the window. She longed to get as far away from him and this life she’d once loved but had now lost.

She didn’t. She did what she always did with her parents. She stood up and simply let them think the worst of her, because the truth would have hurt them more.