He Read His Mistress’s Love Letter at My Dinner Table. Then I Asked Him to Read the Bank Transfers.

exist for a long time.

Love does not always disappear when respect dies.

Sometimes it simply becomes a room you no longer enter.

“What happens now?” he asked.

“The divorce is finalized next month.”

“That isn’t what I meant.”

“Is there any possibility that we could start again?”

Rainwater dripped from the terrace railing.

Beyond the lawn, Blackwood’s windows continue reading …