”, she replied, setting the ring down on the coffee table. “Lexie, please baby……”, I begged, once more. “Sorry Chris, I’m going home. I ...ill come back tomorrow and get my things.”, she replied.She grabbed her keys and walked out of the door without saying another word. I can’t describe how I felt. There was a pain in my chest and a knot in my stomach. I walked to the window and watch her back out of my driveway. I watched her vehicle until the taillights disappeared into the darkness. I locked. “Would you like something to drink?” Tessa asked, moving to the refrigerator to look as if she had gotten up for a perfectly reasonable reason. “Sure.” He smiled. Conner watched as Tessa turned from the refrigerator and placed a beer on the counter near him. He smiled when he saw her open a second bottle and take a sip. Beer huh? She was just full of surprises. “I didn’t think you were the type.” He remarked, holding up the bottle, “You know, this isn’t exactly healthy for you.” “Neither was. What will it feel like? I kept thinking. What if it doesn't work? Janice said it always works, but what if it doesn't on me? Will I be able to go through with this without the potion?My head tilted, ears straining. It was a car. Not in the street driving by, but pulling into my driveway. "Ron's home," I said out loud as if to make sure I knew. I quickly spun and reached for the bottle. My hand collided with it, sending it rolling across the granite countertop. I lunged and slapped the hard. Nothing came to mind. Nothing ever did, but that didn’t help his feelings of inadequacy and guilt.“I know, honey. But he’s very sad and very angry and maybe it helps if he can be angry with me.” He changed the subject. “Listen, next week on your actual birthday, we’re going to go to Dave & Buster’s. You can take three friends, okay? Let me know who you want to take, and I’ll talk to their parents.”“Okay, that’ll be nice.”Martin tousled his daughter’s hair as Buster watered a tree. Nice. Such a.