dropped my purse on the entryway table, feeling a deep weariness settle into my bones. This was supposed to be
tration. "Look, I don't want to fight. Th
ecision about our future without
confused. "What ar
g to your dad. I overheard you. You told him you were p
ce. He had the decency to loo
ision," he stammered.
drawn up next week. You were going to give our house
ents, the sale of the only home I had ever known. I had poured all o
his voice rising. "She's struggling. It's the righ
ed, a bitter, humorless sound. "Nicole knew, didn't sh
widow, acting so grateful but with an undercurrent of entitlement that now m
away. It wasn't just the house. It was the complete disregard for me, f
and picked up my phone. I needed to get away from hi
tacts and pressed the cal
econd ring. "Stella? Is eve
an anchor. "I'm fine, Nate.
t's over with Ryan. I'm
er end, then, "Good. I never
Energies has a few projects with his construction firm. I
esitation. "I'll have legal draft the notice
ng a sliver of control return
ng unbreakable. The nine-year relationship w
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