He Asked for a Divorce at Dinner

piece of luggage.

When I walked back downstairs…

Brenda was still eating dessert.

Tyler was scrolling through his phone.

Thomas hadn’t moved.

Nobody asked me to stay.

At the front door, Brenda laughed one last time.

“You’ll be back.”

I smiled.

“No.”

“You’ll wish I had.”

From the Uber, I sent Thomas one message.

“Have your attorney send the paperwork.”

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