For Nine Years He Mistook My Silence for Surrender; What He Never Understood Was That Every Dinner I Didn’t Fight About Was a Day I Stayed Close Enough to Gather What I Needed to End Him

“Roman Halstead,” she said.

“You’ve been served.” He stared at the envelope.

Then at Lorna.

Then at me.

And then, because he could not imagine a world in which he was not still in charge of the room, he laughed.

“This is the big surprise?

Fine.

Divorce me.