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Chapter 75
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The Day I Stopped Loving Him CHAPTER 230
Maya's POV The morning came through the windows, grey light, the kind that didn't commit to sun, the kind that just filled the room and let you see the shapes of things without lighting them. Barnaby was by the window, his nose pressed to the glass, watching the street. He did that most mornings now. He had stopped following me from room to room and had started choosing his own places, the window in the morning, the radiator in the afternoon, his bed in the evening, the rug in the night when his hips woke him and he needed to stand. He was old. He moved slowly. He drank a lot of water. He still ate. He still wagged his tail when Léo came home. The tail wagging was slower than it used to be, but it was still wagging. Léo was at the stove. Coffee. He made coffee every morning, the same way, measured the grounds, poured the water, pressed the button. The coffee maker hissed and dripped. He poured two cups and set one on the counter for me, where I always reached for it, to the left of
The Day I Stopped Loving Him CHAPTER 229
Maya's POV The loft was dark. Chloe was asleep and Léo was asleep. Barnaby was on his bed near the radiator, his breathing slow, his white muzzle resting on his paws. I stood in the kitchen and looked at the locks on the front door. The deadbolt was locked and the chain was on and the second lock was locked. I had checked them once when I came in. I was not checking them again. I poured a glass of water and stood at the counter and drank it. The loft was quiet. The cutting table was in the shadow, the shears on it, the grey-blue fabric beside them, the pile of cut pieces growing. The dress form stood in the corner with the new coat on it, the one after Still, the one that didn't have a name yet. The coat was a shape in the dark, the collar high, the back released, the shoulders structured. I set the glass in the sink and walked through the loft, past the cutting table, past the dress form, past Chloe's door. It was closed. I could hear her breathing through the door, slow and even
The Day I Stopped Loving Him CHAPTER 228
Maya's POV Dinner was at Elena's apartment. She had moved the table to the centre of the room and set it for six. Sarah brought the wine. Elena made a stew that had been cooking since the afternoon, the smell filling the apartment, warm and heavy, the kind of smell that meant someone had been thinking about this meal for hours. Léo sat at the head of the table with his crutch leaning against the wall behind him. Chloe sat next to him with her sketchbook under her chair. Brigitte was there, and Colette, who sat quietly and listened and smiled when someone said something that was meant to be funny. The food was passed around and bowls were filled and wine was poured. Sarah told a story about a client who had brought in a dress with a stain shaped like a map of France and asked if Elena could make the stain look like Italy instead. Elena said no. Sarah said the client had looked disappointed. Léo said the client should have brought a map of Italy to begin with. Chloe laughed, a short
The Day I Stopped Loving Him CHAPTER 227
Daniel's POV The article was in the culture section of the morning paper, below a review of a gallery exhibition and above an advertisement for a shoe store. Three paragraphs, a photograph. The photograph showed the entrance of the community centre, the bench visible through the glass, a woman standing near the door, her back to the camera. The caption said the building had opened to the public and that the architect, Léo Marchand, had overseen the reconstruction after the original structure collapsed. Daniel read the three paragraphs and the caption and looked at the photograph. The building looked clean and new, the windows large, the bench steel. He could not see the drawing from the angle of the photograph, could not see the plaque, could see the glass doors and the light inside and the woman's back and the edge of the street. He folded the paper and set it on the kitchen counter. The apartment was quiet. Claire's absence had become the loudest thing in the room, the lighter p
The Day I Stopped Loving Him CHAPTER 226
Léo's POVThe building was finished. The walls were painted, the windows were in, the floors were laid. The bench stood near the entrance, steel, with the small plaque bolted to the armrest. For everyone who sat here. For everyone who will. The drawing hung on the wall across from the bench, in a simple frame, Chloe's lines dark against the cream mat, the building she had drawn from a photograph and then from memory and then from something that was neither. The figure on the bench was small, the cup smaller. The woman who had brought daffodils was not in the building, but she was in the drawing, and the drawing was in the building, and that was close enough.The opening was quiet. No ribbon, no speeches. The city had sent a representative, a woman from the cultural office who shook Léo's hand and said the right things and left before the guests arrived. The guests were not guests. They were people from the neighborhood. The woman who ran the bakery on the corner, the man who fixed bic
The Day I Stopped Loving Him CHAPTER 225
Maya's POV Léo made dinner. Pasta with tomatoes and basil. He stood at the stove with his crutch leaning against the counter, not using it, just keeping it close. He could reach the pots without it now, could stir and season and drain the pasta without reaching for the crutch to steady himself. He moved around the kitchen the way he used to move around the kitchen, except slower. Chloe was at the table with her sketchbook, drawing the shears again. She had drawn the shears four times this week, each time from a different angle, the blades crossing differently, the handles in different positions. I didn't ask her why. She drew what she drew. Barnaby was by the sofa, standing over his water bowl, drinking slowly, his white muzzle dipping into the water and coming up wet. He walked away from the bowl and toward the front door, stopped, looked at it, then turned and walked to his bed in the corner. He circled once and lay down. The white around his muzzle had spread to his cheeks and
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The Day I Stopped Loving Him Chapter One
I found out I was pregnant on a Tuesday morning.I stood in the bathroom of our apartment, staring at those two pink lines until the cold from the tiles came up through my bare feet and my legs started to go numb. I didn't move. I couldn't. I just stood there and stared and waited for the fear to a
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"Are you okay?"I turned around.He was tall — that was the first thing I registered. Then that he was still holding my arm. Then his face, which was doing something complicated: the expression of a man whose body had moved faster than his mind and was only now catching up with what had just happen
The Day I Stopped Loving Him Chapter Four
The clinic waiting room had seven people in it.I counted them twice. I had been counting things since I was a child — ceiling tiles, parked cars, the seconds between streetlights on a night drive. It was what my brain did when it needed somewhere small to live. Something manageable. Something with
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