เข้าสู่ระบบJUNE’S POVI picked up the phone and dialed the first one. It rang four times before a recording picked up: office hours start at nine. I hung up and dialed the second. A woman answered, said they were booked solid for the next six weeks and to try legal aid. I thanked her and ended the call.The third number rang twice. A man answered, tired but clear. I told him the basics—twenty years married, accounts frozen, papers served last night. He asked if I could come in at ten. I said yes and wrote the address on the back of one of the legal sheets with a pen from my purse.I carried the mug to the sink and rinsed it. I set it in the drainer and headed to the bathroom.The shower stall was narrow, the water pressure thin. I stood under it until the hot ran out, then dried off with the one towel. The mirror fogged over. I wiped a circle clear and pulled my hair back into a knot. In the bedroom I dug through the box of clothes and found the least wrinkled blouse, pale blue. I buttoned it sl
JUNE’S POVThe phone kept ringing between us in the quiet parking lot. I swiped to answer and pressed it to my ear. “Yeah.”Franklin’s voice came through smoothly, almost bored. “Listen, the joint accounts are locked down as of an hour ago. Your debit card bounces starting tomorrow morning. We’ve got an emergency hearing tomorrow afternoon on the house and both cars. Thought you should hear it from me first.”I glanced over at Sarah. She stood three feet away under the buzzing light pole, smiling small like she already knew every word coming.“Go to hell, Franklin,” I said.He started to add something else, but I ended the call and slid the phone back into my pocket. My shoulder rolled once. Sarah’s hand slipped off it. She stepped back, arms crossing tightly over her chest, watching me.“You think he’s going to marry you once this is over?” I said, keeping my voice even. “You’ll always be the side piece, Sarah. Nothing more. And Olivia? You’d be wise to sit her down and tell her who
JUNE’S POVI kept my speed even as I took the turns through the neighborhood. When I rolled the window down a crack, the air came in sharply, mixed with exhaust from a bus up ahead and the smoke from someone grilling nearby. My foot eased off the brake at a yellow light, then pressed down again when it flipped to red.The big houses started giving way to strip malls and apartment blocks after a while. A vacancy sign blinked from a mid-tier hotel just off the highway. I reached back for the small duffel on the seat, the strap digging into my shoulder as I pulled it forward, then pushed through the glass doors at the entrance.The desk clerk slid a keycard across the counter without saying much. The elevator hummed its way up, and the doors dinged open onto a hallway that smelled like lemon cleaner trying to cover old carpet. I let myself into the room, dropped the bag beside the dresser, and sat down on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under my weight.I closed my eyes for a se
JUNE’S POVI stood in the middle of my bedroom, facing my kids. The slap still burned across my palm, like the heat from Adrian's cheek hadn't left my skin yet.Franklin leaned in the doorway with his arms folded tight across his chest. He didn't say a word, just watched."Adrian," I said, stepping one foot closer to him. "I'm sorry. I lost it for a second there. Forgive me for slapping you, okay? I didn't mean to."He rubbed the side of his face, his eyes locked right on mine. The red mark on his cheek was already starting to fade, but his jaw stayed clenched hard."But I'm not a whore," I went on. My voice came out steadier than the churn in my stomach. "Wanting a divorce from your father doesn't make me one. I'm still your mother. This whole situation just makes me a woman who's tired of bending over backwards for a man who only cares about our perfect little family picture on the Christmas cards."I shifted my weight, and the floorboard under the rug creaked once, loud in the quie
FRANKLIN’S POVI stood by the window with my arms crossed tight over my chest, the wood frame cool against my back. Adrian’s fist snapped Luca’s head sideways.The kid staggered, blood pouring fresh from his nose down over his mouth and onto the front of his shirt. It dripped onto the carpet in dark spots that soaked in quickly.The ceiling fan clicked every rotation, pushing the same stale air around the room. June lunged forward, her hand reaching for Luca. I caught her wrist before she got two steps. My fingers closed hard. She pulled once, sharp, but I didn’t loosen up.Adrian shook out his hand, knuckles already turning red. “You were supposed to be my brother, man. I let you sleep on my couch, eat with us, everything.”Luca wiped at his face with his sleeve. He didn’t swing back. Just stood there breathing through his mouth, one eye starting to puff.My gut unclenched a fraction as I watched their eyes slide off me and onto June, onto Luca.Marlene stayed near the doorway, finge
LUCA’S POVI turned the second that Marlene pushed the bedroom door all the way open. Her eyes fixed on me, wide and searching like she was scanning for answers printed right across my skin."Luca, please," she said, her voice cracking in the middle of the word. "Tell me everything they were saying… about you and Mom… tell me it’s a lie."June stepped forward fast, one hand reaching toward her daughter. "Marlene, honey, let me explain—""No." Marlene never glanced at her mother. She walked straight to me and stopped so close that the toes of our shoes nearly touched on the carpet. It swallowed every sound of her steps. "You. Tell me right now, Luca. Is it true?"Franklin stood off to my left near the window, arms crossed tight over his chest. He stayed quiet, but his breathing pushed loud and rough through his nose.I adjusted my stance to keep my balance, but I kept my eyes on Marlene."Yeah," I said. The word came out quieter than I meant it to. "Everything you overheard this summer







