"The divorce papers are printed and on the desk. Go sign them. City Hall closes soon. We need to hurry."
His expression froze.
I stepped past him and walked to the door to change my shoes.
As I passed, I caught a whiff of perfume on him.
Gardenia.
My favorite flower, once. I hadn't bought one since.
"Oh, by the way," I turned back and smiled at him, "your peace lily. I forgot to water it. It's dead."
Lewis pressed his lips into a thin line.
The warning sign before his temper.
I didn't care. "After the divorce, I'm walking away with nothing. Including this apartment. It's all spelled out in the agreement. If you don't believe me, go read it."
"But Edamame is mine. I know you're the one who got him, but you've been gone for years, and I'm the one who's been taking care of him. I can't give him up."
"I've got the divorce paperwork and the move to deal with these next couple of days, so I won't have time for him. I dropped him off at a pet boarding place yesterday."
Silence.
I looked up. Lewis had closed the distance between us.
He stared at me, hard.
Just when I thought he was about to interrogate me, he laughed.
"Baby, who coached you this time? Switching up the playbook? You want a divorce?"