My Answer
Dana stood quietly beside the window. The nurse waited near the door.
I looked down at Lucy. Then I answered.
“Now you leave.”
Graham stared at me.
“Marissa—”
“You can speak to Dana about the company. When I’m ready, we can discuss Lucy through the proper channels. But today, I’m her mother before I’m your former wife, your former analyst, or the signature you need on a contract.”
His shoulders dropped. For once, he did not argue. He picked up the folder. The ring remained on top.
Before he reached the door, I spoke one final time.
“Graham.”
He turned.
I had imagined this moment differently. I thought revenge would feel loud. It didn’t. It felt peaceful.
“Congratulations on your wedding. I hope those two hours were worth everything you’re about to lose.”
He looked at me for several seconds. Then he walked away.
