It wasn't the reason she decided to leave him – at least not the sole reason – but it was the moment.
They were on their way to his sister's thirtieth birthday weekend (something she hadn't been looking forward to). She was at the wheel as he'd had 'a few drinks with the lads' the night before. He'd bought a burrito at a service station to ease his hangover.
Back on the road, snorting and slurping drew her eyes to his masticating mouth. Burrito juices seeped onto his bristled chin and dripped onto his T-shirt. That was it. The moment. The clincher.
They were on their way to his sister's thirtieth birthday weekend (something she hadn't been looking forward to). She was at the wheel as he'd had 'a few drinks with the lads' the night before. He'd bought a burrito at a service station to ease his hangover.
Back on the road, snorting and slurping drew her eyes to his masticating mouth. Burrito juices seeped onto his bristled chin and dripped onto his T-shirt. That was it. The moment. The clincher.
