I lowered my gaze to the divorce papers, picked up a pen and signed my name on the back. He showed up alone before I could call Julian to come home and sign the papers. When he walked in, I was talking to a coworker about work.
My coworker asked me about my flight and I replied, "It' tomorrow afternoon."
I hung up as soon as I saw him walk through the door.
He frowned. "What's happening tomorrow afternoon? A prenatal checkup?"
I put away my phone and replied flatly, "Just work stuff. Not a checkup."
Only then did I notice the food container in his hand. He met my gaze and handed it over.
"I'm sorry, Scarlett. Anne's been in the hospital these past few days and I couldn't leave her side. I bought you a fish soup to help you recover."
I didn't take it because the faint smell of fish made me nauseous. We had been married for years and he still doesn't know I couldn't eat fish. How ironic, but I didn't even have the energy to argue.
"Oh, right. This is Anne's silk dress. It can't go in the washing machine. Can you hand wash it tonight?"