“I’m coming over.”
She went quiet.
Then she said, “Breathe. Lock the door. I’m here.”
“I’m just going to sleep, Mattie. I’ll catch up with you soon.”
I fell asleep on the couch with my phone beside my face.
***
A knock woke me the next morning.
Mr. Davis stood on my porch with a manila envelope.
“I’m just going to sleep, Mattie.”
I almost shut the door.
“I’m not interested,” I said. “Tell Kevin to handle the divorce, or the annulment, or whatever himself.”
Mr. Davis stepped back and raised both hands. “I’m not here for a divorce, Maggie.”
“Then tell him I don’t want whatever performance this is.”
His face changed. “That is exactly why I told him not to do it this way. Kevin asked me to keep this from you until the very end,” he said. “But now it’s time you knew what he really prepared for you.”
