After Eight Years of Love, I Finally Walked Away

When I miscarried, the blood soaked into the seat of Luke Gilbert's car.

He shoved me out with disgust. "You can't even plan ahead for your own period. Disgusting."

That same night, the moment I got home, he tossed a pair of lacy, seductive panties at me.

"Hester Pruitt got hers dirty during her period. Go wash them."

I opened my phone and saw a post his childhood sweetheart had put up not long before.

"The second my period starts, my silly big brother gets more worked up than I do."