Years Reduced To Junk
I dug through the pile of boxes Lisa had hastily thrown together, each one filled with scraps of a life we once built. Objects we’d cherished over the years now lay in disarray, tossed aside like meaningless clutter. Vacation photos, anniversary keepsakes—none of it held value anymore under the shadow of her betrayal. Every piece served as a cruel reminder of happier moments that felt impossibly far away. It was as if every trace of our shared past was being erased before my eyes.
Years Reduced To Junk
Call From Robbie
While I was lost in bitter reflection, my phone buzzed and startled me. Robbie, my lawyer, was calling—a rare light in such a bleak moment. “Tom,” his steady voice reassured me, “we need to talk. Can you come by tomorrow?” I instantly agreed, holding tight to the lifeline of hope his words carried. Though everything around me seemed to collapse, Robbie’s call reminded me I wasn’t condemned to face this wreckage alone.
Call From Robbie
