“Don’t make a scene, Jenna.”
Michael lowered his voice.
“Keep your voice down.”
“You just announced your affair to your family.”
“I’m done sneaking around.”
I pulled him several feet away.
“What happened to us?”
“Keep your voice down.”
He laughed softly.
It was the laugh he used when he wanted me to feel foolish.
“When was the last time you looked in the mirror?”
I stared at him.
“You stopped trying,” he said. “You wear old clothes, Jenna. You don’t take care of yourself.”
I looked down at the sauce on my shirt.
He laughed softly.
“My clothes are old because you told me we were broke.”
“You always turn everything into money.”
Melanie approached.
“Michael, is everything okay?”
He put a hand on her waist.
“Everything’s fine, Mel.”
Melanie approached.
She looked at me with pity.
“Michael said you both knew the marriage was over. And it’s just a matter of time until the divorce is finalized.”
“He said that?”
“He said you’d been living separate lives for months.”
“We slept in the same bed last night.”
