Sabrina thought that this painting course would make her feel better. She envisioned walking into the class, picking up a brush, and bam, the huge hole she felt inside her would be filled. She had married young. People told her she should wait but who can tell a twenty-two-year-old what to do? Fifteen years had flown by. She understood the normal ebbs and flows of life. She was now thirty-seven, the large loud family that...

Sabrina was settled under Jack's arm as they drove around aimlessly. He thought about the urgency he felt when he received her text and his mad dash to get to The Drip. It was now nearly midnight and he was content and happy. The morning was encroaching on his serenity. He saw the wedding ring on her finger. He didn’t know the story there. A war of doing what was right and what he wanted, raged in his mind. He leaned down...