Du weißt nicht mal, was ich denke.”
“Ich kann es mir denken.”
Ich schob meinen Stuhl zurück.
“Nein. So funktionieren wir nicht.”
“Sharon…”
“Nicht.”
Ich ging ins Badezimmer und schloss die Tür ab.
Ich saß am Rand der Badewanne, während mir der alte Rat meiner Großmutter durch den Kopf ging.
“Watch what a man does, honey, not what he promises.”
My hands shook as I texted Marisol.
“I think I married the wrong person. Maybe everything was a lie.”
Her typing bubbles appeared almost immediately.
Before she could reply, I heard Ian approaching the bathroom.
He didn’t touch the handle.
“Sharon,” he said softly through the door. “I’m not losing you over this. Not after everything we’ve built.”
I said nothing.
There was a gentle knock.
Still, I refused to answer.
Then something slid beneath the bathroom door.
An envelope stopped beside my bare foot.
I stared at it.
Slowly,
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