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“Okay, sure. Don’t be long, kay?” Her perky voice was like fingernails on a chalk board. I wanted to pull those cheap shoes off her feet and slap her with them.

“I don’t know, okay. I have no idea how I feel. Everything is so messed up in my head. I don’t know what I want. I’m trying hard to figure that out. I told you that day at the park I love you. Do I love you like I use to? No, I don’t. I’m sure if you were truly honest with yourself you’d realize you don’t love me the same either. When we lost her, we lost a lot more, too. As hard as it is to accept, our love story ended that day. It was also lost.”

I didn’t respond to him. I just turned and walked away. That’s the last time I spoke to him. Several weeks later he tried to call me and I didn’t answer. I know why he was calling. He didn’t leave a message and I never called him back. The only way I heard from him after that was through further issues from his attorney with the divorce. I started this story that night; the night he told me we were lost along with our Willow. I wish our story could have had a happy ending but unfortunately it doesn’t. Our story is that of love lost; a True Loss Story.



I close my laptop, tears streaming down my face. Their story is more than heartbreaking. It’s tragic. I get up and make my way to the bathroom and turn on the shower. It’s the middle of the night and I feel like I haven’t slept in days. Thoughts of Brisban and Dawn are ever present in my mind. I can’t imagine what they had to experience tonight. As soon as I shower I’m going to try and sleep. Maybe tomorrow I can think more clearly.





THE FAINT BUZZING OF MY cell tempts me out of my sleep. I roll over and groan at the light peering through the blinds. My eyes focus on the clock. It’s almost noon. I can’t believe I slept this late. I fumble around for my phone. It’s a number I don’t recognize but I answer anyway.

“Hello.”

“Candace? I’ve been calling all morning. Are you okay?”

I sit up in bed. “James?” I look at the number on the screen again.

“Yes, it’s me. Please don’t hang up.”

I breathe into the phone and drop my head. “What do you want James? I’ve had a long night and I don’t feel like going back and forth with you right now, okay?”

“I just called to tell you I saw your boyfriend here at the precinct last night. He was with his wife. Do you even know who you are sleeping with?”

“He’s divorced. Is this really what you called to tell me? You really are crazy, you know that? A simple bit of digging would’ve told you he’s not married anymore. What kind of police officer are you anyway?”

“I did dig and I assure you he’s very married.”

He’s trying to pull one over on me and I’m not buying it.

“I don’t believe you.”

Nervous energy slaps me into a fully awake state of mind.

“Check your email. It’s all there. I sent it all over to you this morning.”

“Do not call me anymore, for any reason. Do you understand? If you do I’m filing harassment charges against you and I don’t give a damn if you’re the police or not!”

I hang up and slam my phone down on the bed before getting up to grab my laptop. As soon as I open my email account James’ email is the first one I see. I click on it and open the attachment.

I read it, and re-read it, over and over again. Dawn and Brisban are still married. How can that be? Unexpectedly, I feel sick to my stomach. I rush into the bathroom and fall to my knees. Bile rises in my throat and my gut twists into knots. I throw up and cry at the same time. As soon as I know I’m not going to be sick anymore I brush my teeth and wash my face. I feel like I’m living a real life nightmare. My doorbell rings and I nearly jump out of my skin. I’m so emotional and on edge I almost feel like calling Janette and asking for a Xanax. Hopefully, that’s her here now. I shuffle across the floor in my baggy pajamas and open door without thinking to look to see who it is. That’s how out of it I am.

Brisban.

Oh God.

Air in. Air out.

Just breathe.

“Hi.”

One word.

One voice.

One man.

And I nearly falter, forgetting everything that’s transpired in the last 12 hours. To say I’m rendered speechless would be the understatement of the year.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this but you never responded to my texts. Dawn gave me your address. I hope that’s okay.”

Am I Alice and is this a dark rabbit hole where ex-wives—who are really wives—give booty call girl's addresses to their not so ex-husband?