edy

ping of a heart monitor. A crisp white sheet was pulled up to my chin. M

uite a nasty break you had. A compound fracture of the tibia

sband. The irony was so bit

n call?" she asked, fluffing

alm, strangely empty. "No," I said, the wo

t's odd. Your intake form says you're married. A Mrs. Franco?" She

," I stated flatly. "It'

so sorr

off, a sliver of ice

aculate in a fresh suit, not a single hair out of place. He looked less like a man who ha

. "What's this nonsense about a divorce?" he asked, his ton

y his arctic presence, s

my lawyer's computer. The resolve had been born in that cafe, but the

y neutral. "Her husband is being unfaithful. I was just asking the nurse about the legal impl

potheticals. "I see. If your 'friend' needs a recommendation for a

my breath. He stood there, offering to help m

nts to see a draft of a standard divorce agreement. The kind with a clean break, no

o be solved with ruthless efficiency. "Of course. I'll have my assistant se

ldn't decipher in his eyes. "About yesterd

ce. "I'm so glad," I said, my voice dripping with a saccharin

g my sarcasm. "But with her hemophilia, any injury, no matte

roken leg is so much less catastr

was

y smile feeling like a porcelain mask about to

in his own narrative, his own justifications, that

named Clara, knocked and entered, holding a

"Here. Just have your 'friend' fill in the blanks." He pointed to th

phone rang. The screen l

ame gentle warmth I had seen at the cafe. "Hey," he said into the phone, his voice a low

eased with concern. "You're feeling anxiou

a pen from his pocket, scribbled his name on the respondent line of the digital form without ev

the room without

and angular, on a divorce agreement. My divorce agreement. He had just sig

from Clara. I found the petitioner's line

edy

m, of waiting for him, ended with two

white lilies, sterile and scentless, just like his affection-and had his assistant handle the bills. I learned from the celebr

finally showed up, looking vague

aid, not sounding sorry at all. "This m

aint, sweet scent of her perfume clinging to his suit. It was a floral fragrance, some

The familiar chill of our apa

ck, he said, "Are you

at him.

ut," he said. "To cel

unned I cou

t my chair. He ordered my favorite wine without me having to ask. He even engaged in small talk, asking a

flame I thought had been extinguished for good. Maybe seeing me h

my voice soft. "

lled smiles. "I'm glad you're enjoy

He glanced at it. "Apologies, Kennedy. It

f suspicion tightened in my gut. I waited a few

et, handing his keys to the attendant. As his car

as A

, her hair styled perfectly. She smile

arge marble pillar, my h

the same way he had for me an hour

gut instinct, I pulled out my phone and hailed a cab. "F

didn't go far. They pulled up in front of

ed out her chair. The sommelier approached, and I saw Corbin order a bo

same restaurant, the same tabl

g our evening, st

u should know. It was a link to a gossip blog. The headline read: Annis Ho

day. He h

rite things, as a dry run. A rehearsal. To make

could practically hear her say, even through the thick glass window. "How

satisfied smile as he repl

. I wasn't even

dummy. A checklist to be perfe

broke through my numb h

ved, lavishing the affection I had craved for ye

rless sob esc

, my voice getting strong

s just a house. And I wouldn't