Until one evening, just before closing time, the glass door was pushed open.
Elijah stood at the entrance in a dark gray coat. He had lost weight. The line of his jaw was sharper than before. The exhaustion in his eyes was impossible to hide.
He walked in, sat down at the counter, and pulled a small dark green leather booklet from his pocket, placing it on the counter. The words "Divorce Decree" caught the warm light.
"Serena and I are divorced." His voice was soft.
My hand paused on the coffee pot. I set it back down, turned around, and started wiping a cup with my back to him.
"None of my business."
"Freya." He said my name from behind.
I looked back at him.
He sat on the stool, hands clasped on the counter. His gaze was deep, fixed on me, like he had so much to say but only mana
