NORA"Sign it, Nora."Charlie was standing by the window. He didn't turn around. He had been standing like that for over an hour, looking at the Sinclair estate like I wasn't even in the room with him.The lawyer stood in the doorway and cleared his throat. He did not meet my eyes."Mrs. Sinclair, if we could begin," he said softly."She is not Mrs. Sinclair after today," Charlie cut him off. He still didn't turn. "Don't get sentimental."It was a quiet kind of cruelty. He had never needed to shout. I picked up the pen. My fingers felt weak, so I put it down. I picked it up again, then dropped it back on the desk.Three years. Three years he had lived in this house, eaten at his table, passed me in the hallways. For three years he had not looked at my face. Not at the wedding. Not at the breakfasts. Not once. In the early months, I used to think that if I stayed long enough, he would have to look. I thought if he looked at me, he would finally see the truth. He would understand.I k
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