He leaves. The front door closes softly, a coward’s exit. She stands there a long moment, then sinks onto a stool at the island. She pulls out her phone. Scrolls past photos of Chloe, past recipes saved for dinners she’ll never make, past a calendar full of couples therapy appointments she canceled.
Silence. A clock ticks somewhere in the hall. MissaX 24 06 11 Rachael Cavalli Heartburn Pt 1
Finally, she types: The offer is ready. When can you come by? He leaves
“It’s always about her. Three months. Three months since you told me, and you’ve already moved her into a condo two blocks from our daughter’s school. You introduced Chloe to her last weekend, didn’t you?” MissaX 24 06 11 Rachael Cavalli Heartburn Pt 1