Black letters crept across the expensively-embossed letterhead like a tiny snail, leaving a trail of slime in its path, “We will be petitioning the Court for full custody…”
Alan was making good on his threat; he would let her leave, but she would not take his children he had told her, as if she had been nothing but a vessel for their delivery.
Rachel looked up from the attorney’s letter and across their opulent dining room where he sat with Amy and Michael, being served breakfast. He smiled at her smugly, taking his linen napkin and wiping a tiny bit of yellow egg yolk from his mouth, “Is the mail here, darling?”
She met his gaze with a smile of her own, the words “till death do us part” entering her mind now with a whole new meaning.
From the Five Sentence Fiction prompt “words.”