Anya was quiet for a moment.
"I'm glad you went today," she said finally.
"Me too."
We sat with that for a bit. Outside, the city continued its indifferent hum forty-three floors below. A helicopter cut across the lower part of the skyline—I could see its blinking light through the windows, red and white, tracing a path south toward the harbor.
"Can I ask you something?" Anya said.
"Yes."
"Kieran told you he didn't want the divorce."
"He said that, yes."
"And then he filed anyway."
"He said he'd have his lawyer contact mine." I thought about his face in the car, in the garage, the careful controlled way he'd said I didn't know how to lose you without trying to control the outcome. "He did what I asked him to."
Anya turned to look at me. I could feel her gaze on the side of my fac
