“It seems she’s much better at keeping you by her side than I am.”
The moment I said Lyra’s name, all the color disappeared from his face.
Then he noticed the suitcase waiting beside the door.
That was when the explanations began.
What Thain didn’t understand was that I had already spent three months listening to his excuses.
And the divorce papers sitting inside his desk had already been signed.
At 2:27 a.m., I sat perfectly still on the living-room sofa, both hands wrapped around a mug of chamomile tea that had gone cold almost an hour earlier.
It was the third cup I had made that night.
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