“Oh. I didn’t see it.”
The silence was heavy and awkward.
I gestured toward my room. “I should…”
“Yeah.”
I stepped past him, our arms brushing. A small, stupid shiver ran up my spine.
“Sorry,” he murmured.
“It’s fine.”
I reached my door, my hand on the handle, ready to escape.
“Elena?”
I froze, but didn’t turn. “What?”
“The divorce papers.” His voice was low. “I’ll sign them. Tomorrow, if that’s what you want.”
My chest tightened. I turned to face him. “You will?”
He shoved his hands into his pockets, staring at me with those quiet, steady gray eyes. “I should’ve done it a long time ago.”
My heart gave that traitorous flutter thingy, and that was exactly when I snapped out of it.
“Okay, Damien. Goodnight.”
I slipped into my room, locked the door, and pressed my back to it, h
