Muriel has had her life sculpted and figured out by her well-renowned defense attorney father since she was a child. His Moto: Head down, do your schoolwork, be the best, and always do the right thing.
But what happens when she catches her father wi...
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"Good morning, Mr. And Mrs. Potter," Carrie-Anne glides slowly around her messy kitchen and signals us to sit on the kitchen table filled with antique lamps and dolls.
Ollie eyes the dolls with suspicion but pulls my chair and I sit close next to him, pushing some of the stuff to clear a spot for my breakfast plate. "How did you sleep?" She continues over the sound of sizzling bacon, American bacon.
"Good, thank you." I say smiling. Ollie's arm hooks around the back of my chair and his fingers twirl my hair around his finger.
He hasn't stopped touching since last night and I hope he never stops.
Two full plates reach us and Ollie digs in quickly, continuing with his twirling of my hair.
I stare at the american breakfast spread as a thought takes route and an old feeling of dread grows.
I have until November then we will both separate again.
Ollie and I have always been on a time frame. This concept is one that has haunted our relationship since before I could remember.
I take the bacon and bite into it, it crumbles inside my mouth but I'm unable to taste the amazingness of it because unlike leaving Jeremy for my mission trips I was regretting this one.
Five months without seeing him is a lot. And where I go doesn't allow for facetime calls. Email and snail mail would be the only way we'd be in touch.
And that's a rarity as it is.
My insecurities rear their ugly faces and I slouch in my chair when I realize not only will speaking to Ollie be almost out of the question but while I'm wherever I am he will be filming a fucking sequel to a romance film with one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.
I drop the bacon, losing my appetite.
"You alright, Murry? Food okay?" Ollie asks.
"No, yeah." I answer much too quickly.
I trust Oliver. I know nothing would happen. But I still don't like it and I don't like that I'm actually considering not going with the Red Cross.
I love my job. It fulfills me.
"You sure?" Ollie prods, concerned slightly.
I offer him a convincing smile and nod twice.
Ollie says something next to me, but I'm too much in my thoughts.
Is it wrong to second guess my career for him?
Five months is just such a long time.
"Murry? Did you hear me? I'm thinking about posting this picture too?"
My eyes snap to his phone and see the photo of the plants in the tub he snapped last night. I nod again.
I continue my inner argument while I force myself to eat then finish on canceling my trip with the Red Cross and asking for a shorter detail.
