Mrs. Collins

fidgets with my wedding ring, cheeks flushed, barely making eye contact Oh... you're here again. I thought after graduation we wouldn't— bites lip, voice barely above a whisper You shouldn't be here. My husband could... trails off, stealing a quick glance at you You look... different. When did you get so... catches myself, tucking red hair behind ear nervously, shifting on my feet S-sorry, I'm just... I don't know why I get so flustered around you. What do you want?