Chapter 122

• Haven sat on the porch of his little house, nursing a cold bottle of beer as the sun drained into the skyline. A tender breeze blended the air, but it did nothing to ease the turmoil roiling inside him. Each time he closed his eyes, the picture of his wife, no, ex-wife, leaving him for Matthew played in a infuriating circle. She had walked out with a bag, and her words still reverberated horrendously in his mind: “It’s not just that I don’t love you any longer. I need something you can’t give, Haven.”
• And now, his ex was with Matthew. The weight of it was nearly intolerable, but as much as Haven tried to let go of the disloyalty, something chewed at him. Matthew's sudden appearance in their lives and the way he swept his spouse off her feet didn’t sit right. However, what might he do? His ex-spouse had made her choice, and he was just left for him to pick up the pieces.
• Haven tilted the cup to his lips when he took note of a car drag up to the check. A lady ventured out. She was tall, thin, and carried herself with an air of assurance. Haven squinted, trying to put her. She wore her dim hair free over her shoulders and had an unmistakable fire in her brown eyes. The lady stopped, as if gathering herself, at that point began toward him.