Semua Bab After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back: Bab 451 - Bab 460

Emily’s POVI woke before dawn with Rome in my bones, basil on my breath, and a list in my mind so long it felt like a prayer. The dining room was a hush of chairs upside down on tables, feet in the air like ballerinas at rest, and I walked between them with the reverence of a priestess in her templ

“A train,” my father said, eyes going soft. “There is nothing like a train for a new marriage. The rhythm, the forward motion, the knowledge that you are going together. We took a train once, your mother and I, and she ate an orange like it was a sacrament, and I knew I would follow her anywhere.”M

“Long day?” he asks, wrapping his words in concern the way you wrap fragile things in newsprint.“The longest,” I answer, and there is a steel inside my voice that I like to wear sometimes, as if I am a costume that still fits. The lamp light grazes his cheekbones, and for a breath I forget the smal

I moved to the bed, sat down on the edge, and tried to slow my breathing again. One inhale. One exhale. I counted backward from ten. I thought of Charlotte as a baby, her tiny fists curling around my finger, the way she had looked at me with unquestioning trust. I thought of her as a little girl, ru

Emily’s POVI zipped my overnight bag and stood back, surveying it like it was a life raft instead of a small weekender full of soft sweaters, notebooks, and a bottle of rose I had promised to bring. The morning sunlight slid across the floor of our bedroom, warm and lazy, and for a moment I just st