Jim bit his lip as he leaned against the door frame. He watched his wife open her suitcase and start packing her possessions into it. He knew that he hadn’t been a perfect husband, and he also knew that they’d been having problems for a while. There had been frequent arguments, slammed doors and the revving of engines as one of them drove off into the night, furiously wiping tear-filled eyes. It had been hard to bear, but he still loved her in spite of all that.
He watched as she packed the long, red dress she had bought ...