Nurses appeared at the door. Evan adjusted his cufflinks and turned to leave. “The papers are there. Sign them when you stop being dramatic. And Rebecca, you will never succeed on your own. You depend on me for everything.”
The door closed. Silence followed. Rebecca shook with rage and disbelief. In the envelope were divorce documents, a child support proposal of two hundred dollars per month, and a demand that she vacate their house within sixty days.
Rebecca looked at her daughter. “Your father believes I am nothing without him,” she whispered. “He is about to learn how wrong he is.”
Three days later, Rebecca left the hospital carrying her newborn and a determination that frightened even herself. She returned briefly to the house she once called home. Vanessa already stood on the balcony arranging flowers as if claiming territory.
“Are you lost?” Vanessa asked.
Rebecca stepped forward. “I am here to gather my things.”
Vanessa smirked. “This house belongs to Evan now. He said you are moving soon.”
Rebecca did not answer. She simply turned away, refusing to show weakness. In the taxi, she gave the driver an address from memory. A place where someone still cared.