Dear Ex Husband, You Lose!
The map on the coffee table now had names circled, times pencilled in, and one large word underlined: ORCHID.
When Delia woke, the apartment hummed with a quiet industry. Frank was already on a burner, voice low and exact. Thomas had iron in his shoulders that hadn’t been there the night before. Delia dressed, sliding the photograph of her mother into her bag like a talisman, and met them at the small kitchen table.