The other side of the divorce papers
or slamming door, but with a stack of emotionless legal documents. The papers had arrived without fanfare, delive
ands trembled slightly as she re-read the clauses, the language cold and impersonal. Words like irreconcilab
ad gifted him for their anniversary, a pair of shoes by the closet door. But he had not slept beside her in nearl
e top page. It
it
e at the bot
-
rk, responding to emails, guiding students through conflicts and crises as
was the absence of reason. Ryan hadn't sat down with her.
ing wa
-
or appearing when Lena most needed her, whether it was breakup ice c
to a messy bun and her oversized sunglasses making her
lacing a brown paper bag and two large coffees on the kitchen
abrasive to some, but to her, it had always bee
ing a good look at her friend. Her smile fa
ed away.
not. And t
ttle of it there was. Ryan's absence. His coldness. The slap. The papers.
nsed. "That so
r coffee. "I just d
d good reasons
here's more to
, frowning. "Like w
. But Ryan... he's not even pretending anymor
cross her face, uncertainty, maybe guilt. B
ing to figure him out. Maybe it's
-
he sat on the edge of his neatly made bed, her fingers tracing the navy-blue comf
dresser. One drawe
a black lea
s, and design ideas. He'd never let her read them. But
overed ove
open
rchitectural layouts, project notes, client names. Bu
he way she listens when no one else does. Lena wo
a f
h
ipped
r deadlines. But somewhere between the late-night mess
lse th
e p
But Emily... she understands me
pped the
tting the floor ec
il
, her breath catc
o
Not
-
t Ryan's jokes. Ryan playfully calling her "Red Devil." Their consta
friendship. A quirky
she saw it
e. The perfume she couldn't place. Emily brushing off qu
ened ins
r beside the journal,
st bet
is bet
people she
-
oved slowly, methodically. She folded the divorce papers, p
up her phone a
e talk lat
gined Emily reading the message, calculatin
use wa
er, somethin
t grief
st con
here w
st flickers
-
m wasn't
already
wasn't going t
this