later, Ca

apartment, along with a faint, cloying scent of

front of her. She watched him shed his coat, tossing it onto the a

walked over and kissed the top of her head. It was a reflex, de

d her coffee, the spoon clinking r

presentatio

e her, reaching for the carafe of orange juice. "They want

ogance in the set of his jaw, the way he didn't even bother

final audit. A stress

," sh

licing into

s," she said slowly. "I think

reeched agai

ing. He slowly looked up, and for a second, the mask sli

isgust. A

d his mouth with a linen napki

aiting," she corre

on that condescending tone he used with junior developer

ing forward. "Or is it me? Do you th

craped loudly against the floor. He

ic, Isidora. Your background... your genes. We don't kn

eft Isido

mother, who died in a state institution. He was

" she w

her emotions. He reached into his wallet and pulled ou

e said. "Get a facial

d walked tow

card. It was heavy, made o

tchen trash can. She dropped it in am

rieved the manila folder from the sta

ajar. Cash was on the phone, his bac

miss him too. I'l

r open. It hit the sto

ne instantly, sliding it into his po

desk and slammed the folder down. The Newton's cradle on

d. He opene

Petition for Diss

"Divorce? Really, Isidora? Is this a negoti

t conceive of a world where she

d. "It's a notification. I'm leaving.

want my money? You have nothing, Isidora. You came fro

eave them he

ned to

ologize. He sat back in his leather

r to hear. "I need a new post-nup drafted. My w

. Her hand gripped the doorframe