After the Divorce
But my eyes found Sophia, moving through the dining room in a plain dress, no jewellery, no makeup — and still impossible to ignore.
I cleared my throat, forcing myself to focus on something else. My gaze flickered back to Diane — I could see the question in her eyes, “Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Perfect,” I said, too fast, too loud. The word landed wrong and I knew it.
Her eyes studied me for a second, then she shrugged, finding no fault in my words. “I booked the sixth heaven, heard they have the best spa,” she whispered leaning into me.
She was trying, and I should too at this point.
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