It didn’t matter. This would be the last time.
Later, as I lay on the bed trying to recover, my phone vibrated on the nightstand. It was a message from Adrian.
Everything is set. I’ll come for you tomorrow. Wrap up whatever you still need to do.
My thumbs hovered before replying: There’s just one more thing. After that, I’ll leave with you.
I dropped the phone, only noticing the shadow by the door when I turned my head.
Nathaniel was leaning against the frame, arms folded. “Who were you texting?”
“It doesn’t concern you,” I said.
His eyes darkened. “Is it the guy who bought the ring? Tell me his name. I’ll buy it back.”
I laughed softly, without humor. “Why would you? It was never yours to begin with.”
“I’m doing it for my brother,” he insisted. “You’re really going to remarry instead of staying here? You could live with us, help with the baby, be a proper aunt—with Delilah.”
I studied him, then let out a short laugh. “Your brother is dead. Our marriage died with him. I don’t belong here anymore.”
He stared at the suitcase by the wall. “You’re leaving?”
Before I could answer, Delilah screamed from downstairs. “Nathaniel! Something’s wrong with Leo!”
His face drained of color. “Our son!”