HAD YOUR CHANCE

ALANNA

Waking up to Nolan by my bedside felt like old times. Only that this didn't feel like old times.

In old times, Nolan would have come home late from work, hung over from his frustration of having a father who only saw the worst in him. He would reek of alcohol.

In old times, Nolan would be grumpy and yell at me, he would scream about how our marriage was a mistake and wish I could just disappear.

In old times, Nolan hated me, and I grew to hate him too.

“Alanna, don't think too much about it,” Nolan whispered and that was when I realized he wasn’t sleeping and had been staring at me for a while.

I rose from the bed, sitting up straight and resting my back on the headboard. I pulled the duvet to myself because I realized how bare my skin was in the silk nightgown.

“Nothing happened, we just slept,” Nolan added, standing up from the bed, he could see the concern in my eyes.

“Nolan, this isn't right, you are married and I think we should just leave it at that. We are not su