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Chapter 4

Author: Witch Lion
It was almost dawn by the time I turned on the lights in the safe house.

The place on Third Street in the East District was an old warehouse converted into apartments. It had bare concrete walls, exposed wiring along the ceiling, and only a bed, a table, and one chair for furniture.

But the window faced east, and dawn slowly crept in, spilling across the tabletop.

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching the light creep inch by inch across the floor as I thought about how to make Vincenzo let me go.

The contract had expired, but that did not mean Vincenzo would let me go.

Legally, we were still married.

For nine years, he had been used to controlling everything. He was used to treating me like I belonged to him.

No piece of paper would make him give me up. He had to believe it was his choice to let me go.

So I needed him to feel guilty.

I sent Vincenzo a text.

"Vincenzo, the contract is up.

"I don't want your money, your house, or anything else of yours.

"I want to leave.

"Noon, the coffee shop by the old church. Meet me there."

He replied almost immediately.

"Where are you? Emma, you wouldn't last three days without me."

I turned off the screen and did not answer.

At noon the next day, Vincenzo was already there when I pushed open the door.

He sat on one side of the long table, his shirt buttoned to the collar. Chiara sat beside him with one hand on her stomach, looking every bit the expectant mother.

The moment I saw her, half my anxiety vanished. Her being there would make things much easier.

I held back a smile, sat down across from them, spread the divorce papers on the table, and slid them between us.

"Sign," I said.

He did not touch them. His gaze was cold and measuring, but there was something else there too, something I couldn't read. It was almost as if he were waiting for something.

Chiara spoke first, "Emma, are you... are you sure about this? Where will you even go? You don't have anything."

When I ignored her, Chiara's face stiffened. I summoned tears and gave him my most pitiful look.

"Vincenzo, I can't stay at the Casanova estate anymore. Every wall in that house reminds me that she could give you what I couldn't..."

As I said it, I let my hand move toward my stomach as if I wasn't even aware of it. I glanced at Chiara's belly, then jerked my hand back like I had touched a live wire.

Vincenzo's fingers twitched. Of course he knew what I meant.

The warehouse three years ago. The bullet. The blood. The hospital bed where I learned I would never have a child.

I kept going, my voice low.

"You didn't sleep for three days. You held my hand and said you were sorry. I-I thought maybe we could start over.

"Then you brought her home, and I accepted it. You're right. You need a son. I don't blame you. Just don't make me stay in that house. Don't be that cruel to me."

He said nothing. My muffled sobs were the only sound in the room.

He stared at the divorce papers for a long time. Then he picked up a pen, signed his name, and pushed them back to me.

"If you want to go clear your head, go."

He did not even ask where I was going.

"Go."

His voice was quiet, as if something were stuck in his throat.

It probably never crossed his mind that I would never come back.

Chiara opened her mouth but said nothing.

She had won. There was no reason for her to say anything now.

I put the papers in my bag and stood up.

As I reached the door, his voice came from behind me.

"Emma."

I stopped.

"Take care of yourself."

I did not turn around.

Outside the church, the wind hit me, and I realized the back of my shirt was soaked through.

I walked the streets for a long time. Then Chiara sent me a photo.

She was sitting on the bed in the bedroom with Vincenzo's shirt beside her.

"What color should I pick for the new curtains? Nine years living here, you must have opinions."

I stared at the screen, did not reply, and slipped the phone back into my pocket.

In nine years, I had never once been allowed to choose those curtains myself.

It did not matter. I could choose my own curtains now.

Back at the apartment, I locked the signed divorce papers in a drawer. Only after I sat down on the bed did my heart start pounding.

It was over. It was really over.

I never knew whether Vincenzo looked for me or whether this safe house was really secure.

For the first time in years, I had a quiet, peaceful life.

Sometimes it did not feel real, and I wondered if a bigger storm was coming.

Chiara sent ultrasound photos and pictures of baby things now and then. I never answered a single one.

But I started noticing a pattern.

Late at night, Vincenzo would sit alone in the empty living room.

The housekeeper would ask, "Should I remove the chair Ms. Emma always used?"

He would fall quiet for a long time. "Leave it."

That was usually when Chiara would send me a picture of some adorable baby toy.
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