Chapter 15 Do You Not Want A Divorce?

• Amanda
• I was packing up that night, folding and unfolding clothes as if I could somehow organize my tangled thoughts along with them. My mind wouldn’t stop wondering if Damian would even come home. Part of me hoped he wouldn’t—the other part wanted to face him. Because I wanted answers more than anything right now.
• As I stuffed another piece of clothing into the suitcase, I heard the creak of the residence’s gate, and my body tensed.