CHAPTER FORTY NINE

“But, Marty...”

“No! You don’t want to talk about what happened at the police station, and I don’t want to talk about that. Are we clear?”

He nodded silently and seemed sadder than ever. Good. He deserved to feel bad about it.

“Now, let’s get to business and get this over with.”

So that’s what we did. After about one and a half hour everything was sorted out in peace, and I finally had the paper in my hand. The divorce was final, and I didn’t regret it one tiny bit. I wished Jake good luck with his life, and especially the part about him coming out as bisexual. I knew he needed that. When his grandfather did what he did to me because of a failed marriage, then I didn’t dare to think about what he’d do to Rocco.

Barely five minutes after he’d left, there was another knock on the door. I hadn’t ordered any room service, so I immediately assumed it was Jake who had forgotten something.

“I thought you were in a hurry to get to the airp...” I started to say but lost my vocabulary the secon