His Ex Mistress, His Enemy
“Zoe, when we’re in Italy, we’ll chase chickens together, okay?”
Zoe lit up. “YES. We’ll wear dino costumes. Nonno says the village has free chickens. I’m going to give them names. One Chicken Nugget. One Parmigiana.”
I lifted my phone again, pretending to check the time. I just needed something to do besides stare at the empty notifications.
10:57.
If the schedule ran on time, the hearing had just started.
Ash and Zoe slipped into an argument over which dinosaur was cooler: the one that could do a split or the one that could chase a chicken while carrying Lego. Their voices rose and fell, bounced off the walls, and filled the gaps where my anxiety tried to live.
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