Oh baby," he whispers. Steps back. Out of the doorway. His face ashen. He walks slowly back to the kitchen. Leans over the counter. Puts his head in his hands. His hair falls over his fingers. The bathroom door clicks shut. She stays there for a long time. He's pulling his hair out.
Lisa McMannThe phone rings. “Asshole,” she mutters. She picks it up. “Will you let me explain?” “No.” She hangs up.
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