"What are you doing here?" Sage asked, stopping at the doorway of the kitchen with a messy bun, wist of hair framing a make-up-free face with a sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks.

Katrina gripped the mug like her life depended on it. An abundance of emotions flooded her body. The cold stone beneath her bare feet did nothing to dampen the blaze of anger brimming within her. Katrina's eyes were glued to Sage as she slowly swallowed the tea lingering in her mouth. She studied the easy, comfortable way the woman was inside the walls of the house. She dissected the words of the question she asked her and the anger ignited something else that flipped a switch in Katrina's mind; from polite to blunt.

Katrina lowered the mug and said the first thing that came to her mind, "This bitch."

"Excuse?" Sage asked, taken aback. "Did you just call me a bitch?"

"Yes." Katrina calmly answered, placing the mug on the island. "Granted, I made the statement to myself and you happened to hear it but how dare a bitch walk into my house and pose a question to me."

Sage's eyebrows furrowed as pinkness colored her cheeks. "This isn't your house. It's Terrence's. And I'm here because he wants me here."

Katrina's sight dipped to the glint of metal in Sage's hand. "Terrence's house."

"Yes."

Katrina chuckled. "Our house. It's our house. Truth be told, I spent the most time in this house."

"You moved out. You asked for a divorce." Sage pointed at Katrina uttering things that she must've thought were forgotten. "You didn't want him so why are you here now."

"I'm here because..." Katrina paused, taking in the urgency of Sage's need for the answer and then she smirked with a shake of her head. "You really thought I was about to answer that shit. I'm not." She rounded the island and walked towards her. "Every molecule of my body wants to slap the shit out of you."

Katrina stopped her footfalls and wiped the tear off her cheek. The anger that swirled in her body needed a release and morphed itself into liquid.

"But I can't." Katrina continued.

Sage interjected, standing more erectly. "Because he loves me."

"He fucked you, once. Maybe twice." She added, remembering she couldn't trust a thing that came out of Terrence's mouth as she opened the side door letting Clive back inside.

Sage grinned as if she had a secret she couldn't wait to share and she didn't wait. "More than once. More like three months' worth of fucking."

"You saying this shit like it's award-winning." Katrina gave her the applause she assumed she wanted. "You fucked a married man for three months. I hope it was good. I hope it was great. But if you ask me the dick game is average but I was the idiot that actually didn't care because I loved him." Katrina's eyes blurred with mist but she had enough vision to pick up the outline of a body. The body that belonged to the person that was the catalyst of all her rage. "Loved. Past tense. Because I hate your ass now."

Before she thought about it, her hand was on the mug snatching off the counter and hurling it at Terrence. Tea rained in the air as the mug flew toward him. He quickly dodged the ceramic that made its impact against the stair railing and crashed into pieces on the floor. Jagged pieces like her marriage, like her heart. The loud crack prompted Clive to bark.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Terrence yelled at Sage. "Get the hell out!"

"What?" Sage blinked with frustration at Terrence's words and hostility towards her. "You said—"

"No, she can stay." Katrina's heated tone cut her off. "I'm where I shouldn't be. I shouldn't fucking be here." She stormed out of the kitchen with Clive behind her.

"Wait," Terrence shouted hustling behind her. "Ka—" He started taking hold of her arm.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Katrina shouted at him. Her tone prompted Clive to stop and peer at them with a tilted head. "Don't ever touch me!" She shoved him away from her. "Three months! Three fucking months! You were fucking that bitch! THREE MONTHS!"

She shouted and grabbed the vase off the table in the foyer and flung it at the stairs. Shards of glass, petals, and water decorated the stairs.

"I got caught up," Terrence admitted with haste. "But it's over. I meant what I said last night."

"If I had a bat I would break every bone in your damn body." Katrina sharply pointed at him as tears streamed down his face. "If I had a gun I would blow your fuckin brains out. You got caught up. What the fuck does that even mean?"

"And I would let you beat my ass." He pounded his chest. "Just give me a minute. Let me explain. We can fix this."

"Fix this?" Katrina stopped and gawked at him as if he was a mythical creature she learned about from Greek literature. "There's no fixing this. This is broken." She wiped the tear rolling down her chin and then pointed to the kitchen. "You better go talk to that bitch and try to work things out with her." She gestured between him and her. "There's nothing here to fix. And I thank you. Thank you for erasing any of the love, compassion, and residue of affection that still gripped its claws in me because now it's gone. I don't want you. I don't want anything from you."

"Katrina." He breathed out her name with a twisted face standing as if it was a struggle to stay upright. "Please."

"I can't do this anymore." Her hand went to her stomach. "I can't do this." A round of fresh tears poured from her eyes. She grabbed her purse and keys off the table and yanked the door open. "Clive, come."

The dog trotted behind her hurried footsteps. Bare-footed and pregnant wasn't the exit she expected to make but an exit was an exit. 

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What do you think Katrina means when she said, "I can't do this"?

Why do you think Katrina didn't throw anything at Sage just at Terrence?

What do you think will happen with Sage and Terrence now that Katrina stormed out of the house?