kyliecooper
As I walked into the pawn shop I knew it was all over. I had to move on, move forward, move away from what was and towards what will be. My childhood was over, and hearing the bell of the sales register in the sad little shop made that final.
The lipstick stain on his collar confirmed her thoughts.
He was cheating.
He was a liar.
He was still her husband.
Was she to still carry on this lie? Or was she to loose all that she had in life?