There was a second document attached beneath the first.

A formal petition for divorce, on the grounds of financial coercion, abandonment, and breach of the prenuptial agreement.

Luca’s phone slipped out of his hand and cracked against the marble floor of the restaurant, and his wine glass went over with it, red spreading across the white cloth.

“Luca!” Wendy was on her feet now.

“Luca, what is it?

What’s happened?”

“The house,” he said, and his voice had gone to a whisper.