"You said what?"
"I love her Amy," Dave repeated. "I'm leaving you and the kids."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. As if I was paralysed, I watched Dave pick up his travelling bag and walk out, closing the front door quietly. I hated that. I wished he had slammed the door. That would have given me some sense of finality.
I crumpled in a heap.
(c) TP 2009