Do not come to my apartment. Do not come to his house.”

“You can’t end eighteen months in one phone call.”

“You ended them in one text.” She disconnected.

Her hand trembled as she placed the phone facedown. For several seconds, neither she nor Eli spoke. Then he said, “You did well.”

“I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“That can also be arranged. We have several empty champagne buckets.”