5. Graham
GRAHAM
I wake in a hotel room in Vegas, deeply hungover.
When my mother begged me to relax and have a little fun this weekend, I doubt this was what she had in mind.
The room is a disaster—somehow, we managed to knock over a barstool at the kitchen counter, tear down a curtain rod, and crack a framed picture on the wall. I couldn’t care less. And in spite of the night we just had, I’m already hard as a rock.
I roll over to greet my new wife and discover the bed is empty. I look toward the bathroom, but slowly realize there’s no trace of her: the trail of clothes she’d left around the room last night is gone.
The only surprise here is that I’m surprised. That I ever thought it could have worked out any other way.
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