Breakup In A Small Town. Kristina Knight

deserved better.

      “Jenny, come on.”

      She fled from the room before he could stop her, and didn’t pause at the kitchen to check on the boys. She didn’t slow down until her back was pressed against the closed door of their bedroom. She held a hand against her chest, felt her heart banging against her sternum, and refused to cry.

      Laundry was supposed to be her first battleground, and it was killing her that it would be the only one. Fighting required two people—she couldn’t do it alone.

      And she was through crying for Adam, for the life they’d had before the tornado.

      She might still be alone, but she didn’t have to stay in the darkness.