It’d been a while since she last used it and it had begun to vinegar. But she didn’t care. The bitter flavor was somewhat fitting. Letting Portia out of her cage, the dog was a small balm to her bruised soul as she wagged her tail and danced around her in an excited burst of energy. Madeline let her out the back door to stretch her legs and go to the bathroom. Meandering into the living room, she walked over to the bookcase where she searched for the one movie she wanted to watch. It was stuffed in the back, covered in dust. As she stared at the cover, she wondered if she had opened it since Kevin left her. “Oh, God. What have I done?” As she struggled with the grief, she stuck the movie into the player and let the FBI warnings roll through as she went into her bedroom to change. She left the dress in a heap on the floor, not caring about it at all. On came the sweatpants and t-shirt. With her glass of wine, she settled on the couch to stare at the television screen, not really comprehending the film.
