GENESIS
I gaped at Jordan and watched as he walked away and shut the door behind him. I was reminded of a Jordan I knew. Caring, loving, funny, and free. The Jordan I had so many long calls with right before our marriage, the Jordan that was different from the man I married.
I shrugged, ignoring the feeling. Jordan was a chamelon. And I was not ready to fall for his lies and tricks again. I turned back to the mirror, then my phone beeped. A message from Tiffany, asking me to join them on a shopping spree. I quickly told her I would be coming over and went ahead to apply lotion. My skin was all dried up already and it was all because of him.
I took out what Margaret had brought out for me to wear. A short tight-fitting green dress with a turtleneck and a fitting shoe. I rolled my eyes
