Daniel looked around the kitchen, his eyes moving from the green ceramic mugs on the counter to the framed landscape print hanging near the pantry door.

“Is there really no room to talk about this?” he asked.

“Is there no way to save any part of our marriage?”

“No,” I said.

“I am not going to throw you out into the street in front of Ava tonight, Daniel, but our marriage is completely finished.”

“What about Ava’s school schedule?” he asked.

“She has finals in Lakewood at the end of the term.”

“Ava is welcome to stay in her bedroom until you find an apartment,” I said.