Today's OneWord: Dwell

Alex was still dwelling on the past hour, the second hand mocking her with its nagging black finger as it danced across the grandfather clock beside the couch she had collapsed onto. That hour, where she had been nestled between her two sisters, being told the news.

"Your father won't be living with us anymore."

It wasn't that he didn't love his wife and kids. It was that he didn't love women.

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