However, I knew when to fold because I saw it in her eyes, I couldn’t fix this. And I was a fixer. But this wasn’t an outside source. It was an inner battle that had nothing to do with me. Did I want a divorce? Hell no. Did I think this was the end of us? Absolutely the fuck not. That was why I was willing to let her go… for now. “Slytherin,” Books said, distastefully, mocking the sorting hat after it placed Draco Malfoy into our house.
