บททั้งหมดของ His Wedding Day Bride: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 23

"Four flights, Lu. Are you serious."Margot was at the door of the DUMBO sublet at five on Friday afternoon with a suitcase, a bottle of Bordeaux, and an expression I'd seen exactly once, which had been when her brother had been admitted to Bellevue three years ago."Four flights. I'm serious.""Why.""Because the broker had nothing on a one-week lease in Tribeca that I could take without using Atlas's name. The DUMBO sublet was the only one I could take with my own signature. The owner is in Paris until April."She climbed the four flights behind me. She set the wine on the kitchen counter, which was eight feet of butcher block in a galley I could see all of from where she stood. The window faced west. The Manhattan Bridge was on the right. The river was below it. The light at five was the color the city goes in late October when the sky has decided what kind of evening it's giving you."Lu.""Yes.""Tell me everything."I told her. I told her the four pieces. I told her about the ph

"You came home."Atlas was in the foyer at ten twenty-eight in the morning. He was in the suit. The one he'd been wearing in the photograph from 2021. I'd only just realized it. He'd kept it for four years and he'd put it on this morning at six because he hadn't known what else to put on."I came home."He didn't move from the foyer. He held both hands at his sides. He let me set my bag down. He let me take off my coat. He let me hang it on the hook beside his."Lu.""Atlas.""I read the part of the letter Theron told me he had given you anyway.""I read all of it.""Are you angry with him for delivering it.""No.""Are you angry with me.""No."I walked past him into the kitchen. Marisol was at the island. She didn't look up. She set a plate of pastries down on the marble and a cup of espresso beside it and she walked out of the kitchen without acknowledging that I had returned, because Marisol had been in this household for twenty years and knew when not to be in a room.He followed