Chapter 5

Callum called after I had been at Nora’s for almost an hour.

His first words were, "You signed it?"

I looked at my bare left hand. A pale line circled the place where my wedding ring had been.

"Yes."

"What the hell is this, Sienna?"

"It’s exactly what it looks like."

Paper shifted on his end.

For eight years, Callum had been the one who ended our arguments. He decided when I was overreacting. He decided when we had talked enough. Then he would kiss my forehead, bring me coffee, and act as if the problem had disappeared.

Tonight, he…