She sends it to her lawyer. Then sets the phone down, face against the cool marble, as the heartburn burns and burns and will not stop.
“Rach—”
Deletes again.
“Don’t.”
Silence. A clock ticks somewhere in the hall. MissaX 24 06 11 Rachael Cavalli Heartburn Pt 1
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.
He exhales. Sets down his briefcase. Finally crosses the threshold, but keeps the island between them. She sends it to her lawyer
“ Get out. ”