Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

He must have misheard.

Driving back to the office, he pulled into the parking lot and before he could stop himself, he whipped out his phone.

Not a single new message.

The screen still showed his last question to Carol—Had a good lunch?

Scrolling up, he found most of the conversation was him asking, with hardly a reply from Carol.

Standing in the biting cold, he couldn't resist scrolling further back, back to old conversations that now felt like knives.

[Felix, saw this crazy cloud on my way home, doesn't it look like a whale?]

[LOL, you gotta see this cat, looks just like a pooch. How can it be so chubby?]

[Caught a couple fighting on the street. Stood there so long my legs went numb, eavesdropping for the juicy details—it seemed the guy cheated.]

[Got docked 20 bucks by the manager today, I'm fuming!!]

[Felix, you off work yet? How long till you get here? It's pouring, and I'm without an umbrella.]

[Sdrunk customer threw a fit at the bar, and started swinging a stool around. And yes, I got fined again!!]

Felix scrolled on like he was torturing himself.

cigarette between his fingers was almost at its end; it seared his skin before he snapped to his senses and

another and sent

[Nearly midnight.]

it was. He

now lost in smobile game, ignoring the

too drowsy to

at the office, Felix worked overtuntil

was

sigh, he was ready to leave, but then a new

at the branch office.

he showered in the break room, donned a

trying to outdo, but he

he passed by the break room and spotted Carol

skipped

it stroke him that it was

here could

he entered the break room

"Ms. Miller."

semi-automatic coffee machine,

her coffee, he asked, "When did you

I was going to drop by

in his eyes.