Divorce on a Silver Platter

The Price of Truth

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The Price of Truth

I started to panic, not for me but for her; she had a child. I didn't want them to get hurt because of me. I was going to tell her I would get the door when she took the bottle of beer and then smashed it on the wall.

“First door to your right, that's my son's room in case I die.” She said, and she didn't give me a second to speak as she walked to the door, and again I froze.

Yes, I'm from the Bro