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she walks up the drive.
    “You really did it?” Jack asks. Attired in his station #10 Savannah Fire Department t-shirt and matching blue duty cargoes, he sits on the front porch steps, his hands agitating briskly against one another, elbows propped on his knees. “You signed the papers?” his tone still disbelieving.
    “Jack, I don’t want to argue,” Savannah prefaces, mindful of how that’s the only thing she and the attractive, sandy blond-haired man seem to be good at these days.
    He rises to greet her, his arms open wide for an embrace. Savannah dodges his gesture, sitting down on the step next to him. “We can’t even hug anymore?” he scoffs.
    She shakes her head, looking up at the sky, quelling the urge to tell him to call one of his girls if he’s in need of comfort, assured they are dutifully waiting by their phones. “It was inevitable, Jack. Why can’t you just accept that?”
    “Accept it?” he spins around, the look on his face partially hurt, mostly angry. “Separation, divorce, was your idea.” He points his finger at her, accusing and aggressive in its action.
    “Gee, I wonder why?” she throws her arms out, gesturing at him. “I’ve told you a hundred times, I am not a child. Do not point your finger at me,” her voice rising. She calms herself. “Seriously, Jack,” she looks up at him, her eyes anguished, “when was the last time we had a conversation and you didn’t raise your voice at me?”
    “Oh, let’s see,” he pauses, calculating, “probably since the time you told me you wanted to sleep with other men.”
    She chuckles sarcastically. “So that’s what ‘this isn’t working anymore’ translates to these days?” she spars, noting her exact reasoning for their separation.
    “Well, if I’m not doing it for you, basically what you’re saying is somebody else will. It makes me sick to think about some other man holding you. Some other man…” his teeth pressed together, he spews, “in your bed.”
    Savannah stands, fed up with his consistent aversion to dealing with the truth and deflection of responsibility by twisting her words, an obvious speed-bump in their ability to reconcile. “I am not having this conversation with you. Goodnight Jack.” She walks toward the door.
    “Savannah,” he calls after her, his voice cracking. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t get over you.” He slumps back down onto the step, holding his head in his hands.
    Against her better judgment, she turns around, rejoining him on the step, her hand familiarly stroking his back. “Jack, please don’t do this. Don’t cry.”
    “Oh yeah, don’t cry,” he sputters. “You sure got that down pat. Shut it all off. Don’t show any emotion.” He looks at her, his eyes now calling on his tears. “I can’t even remember the last time you cried to me.”
    “I guess I just learned to depend on myself.” She reflects on the last year and a half, the endless nights spent alone, crying, second-guessing, wanting him—the man she fell in love with, to be lying beside her. “I think I’m all cried out.”
    “So, that’s it? You’re over it? Us?” His questions more accusations than inquiries.
    “When was the last time you were happy, Jack?” she asks softly. “Truly happy with us?” His somber brown eyes all the answer she needs, he shrugs his shoulders. “Life’s too short not to have what you want.”
    “But, I do want you, Savannah,” he argues.
    “Maybe,” she says. “Maybe you do want me…that girl you fell in love with eight years ago. I’m not that girl anymore, Jack. And you’re not that same guy. It’s okay. People grow, they evolve, and not always in the same direction.”
    He wipes his forearm across the bridge of his nose, clearing his throat, his tears now in check. “How in the hell did we get here?”
    Savannah shakes her head. “I’ve asked myself the same question. Let me know when you find the answer.” She attempts to lighten the mood, her