“I am aware.”

“We’ve been calling you for two days!” “I am aware.” “You changed the goddamn locks on my house!” “Yes, I did.” Rachel pushed her way into my line of sight, her face pinched with indignation.

“Okay, Liv, you’ve made your dramatic point. Can we please just come inside? We’re exhausted.” I looked at her. Really looked at her. The woman who had held my hand at my mother’s funeral.

The woman currently wearing a necklace I’d bought her while sleeping with my husband. “No, Rachel,” I said, my voice eerily soft. “I haven’t even begun to make my point.”

She crossed her arms, feigning defiance. “We just need to get inside and talk like adults.” “You explicitly stated in writing that you were never coming back,” I reminded Ethan.

He dragged a hand down his sweaty face, exasperated. “People say crazy things when emotions are high, Olivia. You know that. Can we please not do this on the front porch where the neighbors can see?”