my phone screen. An Inst

ssing. His high-rise office in downtown Austin was

ggest deal of our lives. Some par

enth wedding

e was right behind him, a smug smile on her face. She looked arou

cold, heavy sto

clipped. He didn't look at me.

ed finger along the marble. "I'm just craving a good Beef W

ond date, in my tiny apartment, long before

om her face

was quiet, but it felt

. He took a step toward

aid

res from its pedestal, a clay piece I' d made in college

his voice low and venomous. "This

he sound of shattering clay e

s," he continued, his voi

and dragged me toward the pantry. He shoved me insi

re and think about

I was left in the dark, with the pieces of m