I felt as if I’d been stabbed and the blood was dripping down my chest, onto my shoes and falling in a pool as deep as hell itself. That was the first feeling that I felt when I was reunited with James. I had imagined it in my mind so many times, but never like this, never in these circumstances. I swallowed down a gulp of bitterness and held out my hand for a handshake. When he reached out his hand to make contact with mine I cringed. I did not want to meet this man, let alone be touched by his cold sandpapery hands. His eyes hit me like bullets, drilling through my face, ripping away at my flesh. My face burned at the thought. I closed my eyes, hoping he may just disappear by the time they were open, alas I opened my eyes swiftly and his form remained, as dark and twisted as ever. “Well, let’s get this done.” He said, no emotion was traceable in his voice. My eyes began to tear as I pulled the papers from my file cabinet and set it on the table. No, I wouldn’t let myself cry in front of him. I needed him to know I was stronger without him. He flipped open the folder and read aloud the first page, his expression remained the same as when he had entered the room minutes ago. “Cause of death: natural. Age: 23. Name: Mellissa Hart.” I couldn’t take it. The horrid fact that he didn’t even care, quaked my very bones. My ex-husband was a monster who didn’t even care that my best friend was dead. Sure, I could understand a bit more if she was just my best friend, but he didn’t even care that his wife had died.