Elara's POV
Not the c***k I'd seen onstage.
This was slower.
It was the look of a man who'd reached for a door, only to realize he'd been staring into a mirror the whole time.
I turned back to the carousel.
Mia waved from her painted horse. I raised a hand and waved back, letting the moment end there.
"When are you coming home?"
He asked it like the answer had already been settled.
As far as he was concerned, the only question was when.
"I'm not," I said.
"Elara—"
"We're divorced, Orion." I kept my voice low, my eyes on the carousel. "I didn't leave to get your attention, and I'm not waiting around for you to say the right thing so I'll come back."
I looked at him.
"This is real. We're done."
He let out a slow breath.
"You're doing it again," he said. "You're making a perman
