She picked up her purse and walked past me.
Clara stood first. She looked wrecked. For one weak second, I saw my little sister in her face. Then I remembered the messages where she called my husband “my love.”
She picked up her purse and walked past me.
“Ella-”
“Leave.”
She left.
I closed the door behind him.
Evan stayed where he was.
“Are you serious?” he asked quietly.
I looked straight at him.
“I cut out part of my body for my family. You were never worthy of what I gave.”
He stared at me for a long second, then picked up the packet and walked to the door.
At the threshold he turned like he expected tears. Or doubt. Or one last chance.
