I closed my eyes and forced the churning tide of emotion back down.
The next morning, I was woken by a call from Gordon James.
The bed beside me was empty. I answered.
"All the paperwork done? Want me to book you a flight five days from now?"
I counted the days in my head.
"Yeah, that should work."
"Have you brought up the divorce yet?"
"Not yet. Can you find me a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement?"
He agreed, and I hung up and opened the bedroom door.
Morris, wearing an apron for the first time in ages, was pouring a glass of milk and handing it to Cassandra. The dining table was covered with an elaborate spread of breakfast dishes.
The moment she spotted me, Cassandra waved me over with the ease of someone who owned the place.
"Regina, come eat! Morris made so much."
"I've been abroad for so long. His cooking is what I missed most."
"Honestly, Regina, I'm so jealous of you. Getting to eat like this every day. He must make you all sorts of different things for breakfast and dinner, right?"
The words landed. Morris froze. I just smiled and shook my head.
He had never once made breakfast for me.
I looked at the table full of carbs and milk, then turned and walked into the bathroom.