《Please note: (18+) This story includes adult content that may not be suitable for younger readers.》


I stare at the TV. The man portraying the sorceress, so closely resembling Ky, that I can't tear my eyes away. "What are we watching?"

Tara sets her wine aside and snatches a few tissues to blot her eyes. "I think it's called The Witching... maybe?"

I look at her. "Are you alright?"

She nods. "Yeah, I'll be alright. It just hits really hard sometimes."

Remy's still staring at the TV as I glance at her and she gulps at her wine before saying, "Like seeing someone who looks like someoneyou know on TV."

I press my lips together as Tara lets out a snort of laughter. "Oh, hell. I'm sorry to be such a downer."

"It's okay. I just wish you'd have said something. I mean, we just chatted a few weeks ago, and you said everything was good."

"I know. I just wasn't ready to talk about it then. I was in a really bad place when Remy called, and I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I wanted to come home, back to a place where everything felt... comfortable. Remy offered me her spare bedroom and so, here I am."

"But, what about Christopher?" I ask, ignoring Remy's earlier comment because Tara's situation is a little more precarious than mine right now.

She huffs a breath, pressing her clasped hands between her thighs as she shrugs her shoulders. "Our divorce will be final in a few months."

"Wait- what?"

She nods sadly. "He doesn't want kids at all. Says they're icky and he doesn't want the hassle. I get it, the hassle part because we've moved three times in a year, but... I want to be a mom. I want to have kids and not be a forty five year old woman trying to chase down a toddler."

Remy reaches over to the remote and pauses the show, finally tearing her eyes from the screen, and looks at us both. "Forty five?"

Tara rolls her eyes. "That was Christopher's idea. If we were settled with no mortgage, no debt, and had a nest egg he'd consider getting the vasectomy reversed."

"Oh, yeah, like that will ever happen when he keeps buying bigger and bigger houses," Remy mumbles. "He'll be in debt until well past retirement if he keeps going the way he is."

"He's not doing too badly, Remy. I mean, if I didn't want children so bad, I would probably stay with him," Tara says defensively. "I want a big family. I know how it is to grow up a single kid with workaholic parents who were never around, and I don't want that for my children."

"I still can't believe he waited so long to tell you. I'm shocked you didn't leave him bleeding after he finally fessed up," Remy says, taking a sip of her wine.

Tara shakes her head, rubbing at her eyes as she says, "I don't think he would have told me at all... which is the biggest problem I had with the whole situation, but... at least I know now that it wasn't me."

Remy leans up, rubbing Tara's back with her free hand, and her wine still tightly clasped in the other. "It will happen with the right person and Christopher obviously isn't the right person."

Tara sucks in a breath, her eyes on the TV for a moment, and she turns to me with her red rimmed eyes. "So, enough about me," Tara says, waving a hand. "Give us the deets, Sienna. I want to hear something good. How was your night with that sexy beast, Mr. Calendar?"

"It's Kalendar with a K, Tara," Remy corrects, putting an emphasize on the K.

Tara cocks her head, frowning, and then says, "It literally sounds the same. Anyways, we all know who I'm talking about, so come on, spill."

Two pairs of eyes turn to me expectantly and I try to swallow at the somewhat unexpected topic change. Unexpected because I really thought they'd grill me the moment they saw me. Reaching for the wine I set down, I clear my throat, and start talking.

By the time I'm done, another bottle is empty as Remy pours the last few drops into her glass. Of course, I left out my dream, the things I found...