“He was late. He was never late on “date night”.
Her heart leapt as the phone trilled into life. She slumped into the chair when she heard his voice on the other end of the line.
He wasn’t coming. He was never coming again.
She had seen the end long before it arrived. Hoped against hope that it wouldn’t happen; that he wouldn’t say the words. But here he was, a distant echo across the wires, saying them.
No amount of begging or cajouling could change his mind. The decision was made. Things would never be the same again."