“…Sportsmaster.” His title, his name would be too intimate and she is not sure if she wants the intimacy. She doesn’t trust herself for that. Yet.
Rigid. Cold. Lost. Anger. Paula is not sure whether she is describing herself or her husband. Her Ex-Husband.
Ex-husband? No. Husband. Both never made the time to divorce; still married in matrimony and he still pays the bills of the apartment he left his wife and child for the Life.
Left her behind.
But then again…she threw him out.
He cleared his throat. Rubbed the back of his neck. Fiddled with his hair. Pretended something on his shoe had caught his attention. Anything to avoid looking her in the face.
It was awkward. That was the only way he could describe it.
But aside from that, he knew he had to…tread carefully. Wheelchair bound or no, he had no doubt that Paula could do some serious damage to him if he pressed the right buttons.
Problem was, he wasn’t even sure what those buttons were any more.
She deeply breathe in whatever strength she had left to face this man that once held warmth in her heart but now so bleak and chilled, it would take awhile to be warm again.
"Is there a reason you are here." Not a question Just a statement, because he always wants something. Especially from her.
Paula, harden eyes and no hint of emotion, speaks again tonelessly “Well, I have not gotten all day. Please reveal what you want and leave.”