For a moment, Anderson thought he had misheard her.
The living room was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner. Olivia stood by the coffee table, a stack of neatly printed documents in her hands, her expression calm in a way that made him uneasy.
“Say that again," he said.
“I want a divorce," she replied. “These are the papers. Sign them when you have time."
He gave a short, incredulous laugh. “That's not funny, Olivia."
“I'm not trying to be funny."
He waited for her to take it back. She didn't. His gaze slid past her, toward the hallway.
Two suitcases stood there, zipped and upright.
His jaw tightened. “You packed."
“Yes."
“Where are you going?" he demanded.
“Anywhere that isn't here," she said. “I'll stay with my mother for a while. After that, I'll see."
