NE'S

on the clock, willing the hands to move faster. I had been waiting for Log

k of the house. As the first light of dawn crept into the room, I

barely above a whisper. My heart was racing with the possibility tha

been sharing different rooms for the past months and we only

s empty, the bed untouched, and the silence was deafening. My eyes sca

ication of where he might be. The emptiness seemed to

s swirled in my mind, each one more urgent than the last

ere to be found. I rushed back to my room, frantically calling h

all days, the day I was laying my mother to rest and fa

afford to wait for Logan any longer. I was alr

nd headed out of the

sked as I opened the car door. She was the one taking me to the services. T

contacting his office, but none of my calls are go

rtheless, you still have to attend. You can't miss this for anything," Kate advise

r he's coming from," I said in a low tone, my s

of solemn quiet and hushed condolences. Everyone was gathering; all m

ss. I stood close to Kate, who held my hand in a consoling way. My eyes darted around, scanning the faces, desperately s

minute. Was he truly not coming? The thought felt like

the back of the crowd. A sudden, noticeable shift. Whispers began to spread, hushed at first, then growing bolder. Heads turned, and

e enough to command attention. Her dark, expensive suit seemed to absorb the light, and her perfectly coiffed hair was

er arrival began to settle,

ck vehicle that looked utterly out of place. My breath h

lief that he was here, anger that he was so late, and confusion about everything.

ine covers and billboards. It was Anna, the popular newest model, Logan's ex from way back. The

hreatened to swallow me whole. How dare he? How dare he show up late, to Mom's funeral, and w

bringing his former girlfriend, especially Anna, to this sacred, somber event. My fists

ouldn't allow Logan, or his incredibly inappropriate guest, to overshadow it. The last thing I

and now Logan was showing up with his ex. It was too much. A protective wa

ssect every painful detail, once the service was finished. For now, I forced my gaze back to the p

Mrs. Rita and Anna, but I knew I couldn't let it go. I found h

e turned, his face unrea

Jane?" His tone w

is while I have been calling your line yet you chose to ignore my calls? And now showing

It doesn't m

laugh catching in my throat. "Our marriag

g, Jane. I've been meaning to tell you." He stepped closer, his vo

why he'd been so cold, so distant. Thi

d you the papers to

broken. "No. You can't be serious. This can't be happening. No

t walked in with?" My voice was barely a whisper, alien even to my own ears,

is who I actually want to be with, not you. So get that into your skull!" He practi

d walked out, not even

out. One second I was standing, the

loving marriage, and it just ended. And with my mum laid to rest just hours ag

t like some kin