“So, that’s your ex,” Michelle announces. I nod solemnly, trying to gauge her reaction, but she seems unaffected. So sure of herself. I smile. Of course she is; she’s Michelle. But I also know she hides behind a lot of walls. “She’s not so bad,” Michelle says. “She’s not,” I agree. Except I keep thinking about that look she gave Michelle and how much I didn’t like it. “This won’t be an issue.” I smirk at Michelle. “Oh, really?” “I’ve handled harsher women. I’m a harsher woman.”
