The Grim Room

CHAPTER 20 and 21

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Heading up 45^th Avenue and cutting a right onto Judah Street, driving east, Chris knew exactly where he was going. Smuggler’s. He needed a drink. Ok, more like ten.

Engaged? How was this possible? How, Rebecca, how? How could she do this to him? She loved him, he knew it. For the first time since his incarceration, he was mad at her. He felt powerfully vulnerable. How could she do this? Leave him behind like that, as if they hadn’t shared so much together.

This was going to be a deep, profound ache; he could already tell that much. A hole that only one thing could fix. The notion that she maybe had a boyfriend had floated into his mind; but engaged? He was fighting hard against the urge to fall into his old habit of victimhood.

            He was beginning to come to a boil. It was sed…