The Price of Separation
“Look, I don’t want to see you right now, Lionel. Let me get better, and then we’ll talk about our divorce agreement. Deal?”
There was a brief silence on the other end.
“I’ll just watch you from a distance, Misha. I promise not to disturb you,” he said softly.
I hung up and turned off my phone.
Three days later, I packed my belongings and checked out of the hospital.
Lionel was already waiting at the entrance, his face lighting up hopefully when he saw me.
“You’re discharged? Let me take you home.”
Without argument, I got into the car.
As the engine roared to life, the Bluetooth stereo system automatically connected to the iPod Sandra had left.
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