I sit in Bella's Audi on the dark street, eyeing the rundown house with a single light on.
I know it's him.
James.
The man who's taken my world.
The screen door opens, and I tense.
Torn.
He comes out.
Barefoot.
Dirty blond hair.
Beer bottle in hand.
I grip the door handle, ready to pounce.
No one would know.
He pauses on the walkway, a small blue Volkswagen next to the curb.
He turns right, walking up the sidewalk toward a liquor store on the corner.
I wait.
I watch.
I rage.
And then I go home.
To Masie.