I’m sorry

Here’s mine:

He buries an agonized sound into my hair and chokes out, “I’m sorry.”

I don’t need to ask what he’s apologizing for.

As a Delta Force operative, there is absolutely zero contact once he deploys. The instant he steps foot out the door, he ceases to exist. He becomes a ghost. I never know when he’ll return home again and if ever he doesn’t…

I will never know why.

There won’t even be a body to bury. He’ll simply vanish into thin air. Gone. Nothing but a distant memory.

He’s apologizing for the past fifty-one days. He’s apologizing for the thousand more to come.

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Mistress Ann

2 thoughts on “I’m sorry

  1. From Working With It …

    My cheeks redden. Dickhead just threw the lid, with perfect aim, and it’s now inside my dress. I can’t retrieve it. I’m going to have to sit here for the next 45 minutes, then wait for everyone to clear out, before going after it.

    I glare at Nate.

    “I’m sorry,” he mouths.

    I bite my lip so I don’t respond. My momma taught me that if I don’t have anything nice to say, I shouldn’t say anything at all.

    So instead of saying anything, I flip him the bird. Does sign language count as not saying anything? Of course, this is when the good professor decides to turn around. Welcome to the Freak Show, Dr. Wang.

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