The car pulled away. No one had waited for me.
The house was empty when I got back. Not a single soul.
I picked up my phone and scrolled to the post Pamela had just shared.
A Western restaurant. She sat beside Leon and Hayden, all of them smiling, looking every inch the perfect little family.
I stared at that photo for a long time. Then I dialed a number.
"Draw up a divorce agreement for me."
I slipped into Leon's office when no one was around, tucking the papers into the middle of the thick stack of documents on his desk.
When the time was right, I'd pull them back out.
It was late when Leon finally came home.
When he lay down beside me, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Then his arm slid around me from behind, pulling me close.
"Gloria."
My entire body went rigid.
His hand began to wander. Nausea surged up from my stomach, and I shoved him away hard.
His temper flared. "What is your problem? You've been acting strange ever since you got back. I already told you—just behave yourself, cure Pamela's illness, and this family goes back to the way it was."
The blood drained from my face. "You really think we can go back to the way it was?"
He frowned. "Why wouldn't we?"
I said nothing more.