My Father Had Surgery, He Had Champagne

Synopsis

On the twelfth anniversary of our relationship, Adam Durham's gift to me was a divorce agreement. When the paper was pushed to the center of the dining table, I had finished serving the last bowl of soup. "Camille, let's get divorced," Adam said without looking at me. He took off his watch and set it down beside him, his voice so calm that it sounded like he was telling me about a meeting scheduled for tomorrow. "I've fallen for Hattie," he continued. My hand froze mid-air, soup spoon suspended, as I processed his words. Rain was falling outside. Raindrops tapped against the window, close together and relentless. On the table were four dishes and a soup, all his absolute favorites back when he was starting his business. BBQ baby back ribs, grilled lemon-herb salmon, coleslaw, and roasted garlic asparagus. Adam must've noticed it too. For a moment, he looked uneasy. "Today... I remember."