The Wife's Reckoning
I said, my voice cracking for the first time.
"And we will prove that."
"He is having another child."
"And we will prove that, too."
"He—"
"We will prove everything, Elena." Her voice softened, the sharp attorney fading into something maternal. "But we can not do it today."
Silence settled heavily between us. Below the high-rise window, the city moved normally. Cars crawled through traffic, pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks, and people carried their afternoon coffee, completely oblivious to the fact that the wreckage of my twenty-year marriage sat inside a single folder on Renata's desk.