The Wet Seat, Ending Our Seven Years

After seven years together, Zane came to pick me up from work in a torrential downpour.

I opened the passenger door, only to find the seat soaking wet. A single long strand of hair was stuck to the leather.

He gripped the steering wheel, not even bothering to look my way.

"I just dropped off a young intern from the project department. She didn't have an umbrella and got drenched."

I sat down on that cold, damp patch. My heart felt like it was freezing over, inch by inch.

"Zane, you know dam