“Breath,” Arthur whispered to himself, closing his leather folder with both hands.

We stepped out into the marble corridor as the court officer handed Arthur three stamped copies of the decree.

Rebecca was waiting by the water fountain, her coat fully unbuttoned now, showing a faded wool cardigan underneath.

“You think you won,” Rebecca said, stepping toward me before Sarah could cut her off.

“Is your car packed?” I asked.

“Are you getting on the highway today?”

“I just gave her an ordinary home,” Rebecca said, lifting her chin.