WHICH MAN STAYS?
“Sasha, no. There’s no chance. That’s been over for years. I love Maya.”
Sasha’s face crumpled. “But she’s married!”
“I’m not,” I said, the words feeling strange and powerful. “Not anymore. I left him tonight. The divorce will go through.”
Sasha stared at me, her shock obvious. She hadn’t known. The last she saw, I was the wife going back to Daniel. Now I was here, free.
Before anyone could speak, a new voice, smooth and sure, filled the doorway.
“Well, this looks cozy.”