He blinked. “Okay?”
“I’ll leave,” I said.
“But I already bought you a gift. It’s at home. I’d like to bring it back and give it to you.
Then I’ll go.”
He relaxed, like I’d proven I was the “cool, reasonable” ex-wife he apparently thought I’d become on command.
“Sure,” he said. “If you want.”
I looked at Emily. She looked at the floor.
People around us shifted and started talking again, relieved the bomb hadn’t exploded.
I grabbed my keys and purse and walked out.
I didn’t cry.
Not yet.
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