Abigail sat in her car, looking at the gun in her lap. What the hell was she doing? What the hell was she thinking? She looked up and out the windshield at the Chinese restaurant, The Red Dragon. Melvin used to take her there all the time when they were married, and she had hated it. Now? She only wished she was inside with him. She wanted to confront Melvin and his trampy slut of a date, but she certainly didn't need a gun for that. Did she?
She ran a hand through her short dark hair. She had to get Melvin back, but why? She was the one who had divorced him. What had changed her mind? The time she's spent with him at lunch? It didn't make any sense, but then again, very few things in life do. Did it matter?
"I have to get him back," she whispered to herself, wondering why she was following her ex husband with a gun in her hands.