Mick brings the d-word into conversation first. Divorce, a sharp sound that hangs between them every time they talk now. But Lilly packs bags, holds Jack's hand, turns language to action. Sleeps in an old bed, under her parents' roof. Awake, alone, uncertain, turning away from known routines. Imagines unburdened husband, bachelored, happy with separation, drinking merrily at bars. While he thinks she is released, free falling for someone handsome, intelligent, dapper, world traveler, man of big plans. Neither correct, unhearing, unseeing, unknowing each other.
Unspeaking, negative thoughts clouding forward movement. Love still there lingering, unreceived.
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