hadn't slept. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching the dust motes dance in the beam

ilk, chiffon, sequins. All hand-picked by Mildred's stylist. All designed to make Carma

out and unzipped it. Inside were the clothes she had arrived in three years ago. A pair of

d bought her and pulled on the jeans. They w

endall had given her. She packed her laptop. The stack of sketchbooks she kept hidden under the bed. The drawing

x that had belonged to her mother. The wood was worn smooth,

ck came at

eeked her head in. Her eyes went wide at the sig

smile. "Yes. I'm leaving. And please, call

door behind her. "I heard the y

zipped up the suitcase. "You've been kind to m

ezed her hand. "You deser

e handles of the s

ing room, she saw why. Kendall and Mildred were sitting at the dining table, eating

ng over her eggs. "What is this? A

he reached into her pocket and pulled out a key ring

The keys to the Porsche in the

stop being ridiculous. Put your bags a

lled her phone out of her back pocket. She di

one on speaker

Associates, how

r and steady. "I need to hire a divorce attorney.

." The voice on the other end was sh

nt pale. Everyone in Los Angeles knew Camille

Mildred sputtered, her face

ince we're talking about money, I've done the math. Three years of managing your household. Cooking your mea

air scraping the floor.

lf of everything you earned during our marriage is mine. Your Oscar campaign? I organized the screenings. Your end

pected tears. He had expected begging. He had not

already there, holding the door open. The housekeeper pr

back, but Rosa shook he

he morning air was cool. A yellow c

to the back seat. As the car pulled away, she look

her phone and

answered, her voice

adrenaline finally fading. "Can I st

y awake. "Yes! Get over he

hing the palm trees blur past