Sixty days to leave you

The look on her face

“I think the navy one suits you better.”

Elliot paused in front of the mirror, one tie in each hand.

Sera stood a few feet behind him, arms folded loosely, head tilted slightly. She had not planned to say anything. She had just been passing the doorway when she noticed him standing there, taking too long, the way he always did when he had an early meeting and was already running behind.

Old habits.

She knew his wardrobe better than she knew her own.

“The grey washes you out a little in indoor lighting,” she added quietly. “The navy photographs better too. In case there are photos at the dinner.”

He looked at her through the mirror for a moment.

Then he set down the grey tie and picked up the navy one.

He didn’t say thank you. She didn’t expect him to. But he used it, and that was enough.

She turned to leave.

“Sera.”

She stopped.

“The lawyer,” he said. His voice was even. Careful. “Dr. Cole. She called my office yesterday.”

Sera turned slowly. “I know.”

“She said she had information relevant to our divorce proceedings.” He straightened his collar, still looking at the mirror rather than at her. “What kind of information?”

“I don’t know yet,” Sera said honestly. “I only spoke to her briefly. She said she would explain everything when we meet.”

“And when is that?”

“Thursday.”

Silence.

“I’m not trying to complicate things,” Sera said. “I just want to know the full truth before I sign anything. That’s all.”

Elliot turned from the mirror then. He looked at her directly. His expression was hard to read, the way it always was. But underneath it, something moved. Something she couldn’t name.

“Fine,” he said at last.

Just that. Fine.

She nodded and walked out of the room.

She should have kept walking. She should have gone downstairs, made tea, and started her morning the way she had been starting it for the past week. Quietly. Carefully. One hour at a time.

But she had barely reached the bottom of the stairs when the front door opened.

Nicole walked in like she lived there.

She was dressed for the day already. Polished. Put together. A structured bag over one arm and sunglasses pushed up on her head. She looked at Sera the way someone looks at a piece of furniture they keep tripping over and are beginning to resent.

“You’re still here,” she said. It wasn’t a question.

“Good morning,” Sera replied.

Nicole ignored that completely. She walked past her into the living room and sat down, crossing her legs at the ankle, pulling out her phone like she had all the time in the world.

Sera stood at the bottom of the stairs and breathed slowly.

She heard Elliot’s footsteps on the stairs behind her. He came down, jacket on, bag in hand. He stopped when he saw Nicole.

“I told you to call before coming,” he said. His voice was flat.

“I did call,” Nicole said, not looking up from her phone. “You didn’t answer.”

“I was getting ready.”

“Obviously.” She finally looked up. She looked at him, then at Sera standing nearby, and something tightened in her expression. “I need you to come with me to the school this morning. Parent orientation. They specifically said both parents should be there.”

Elliot said nothing for a moment.

Sera watched his face. He was calculating something. She could always tell when he was calculating.

“I have a meeting at nine,” he said.

“It starts at eight. You’ll be done in time.” Nicole stood up, already moving toward the door. “Are you coming or not?”

Elliot picked up his keys from the console table.

He paused and looked at Sera briefly. There was something in his eyes. She didn’t know what it was. Maybe guilt. Maybe just the ordinary discomfort of a man standing between two parts of his life that were never supposed to be in the same room.

“I’ll be back before noon,” he said.

She nodded. “Okay.”

He walked out.

Nicole followed without a second glance.

The door closed.

Sera stood in the hallway alone. The house was very quiet. She counted her breaths. One. Two. Three.

She should have been used to it by now.

She wasn’t.

She turned and walked back toward the kitchen. She was almost there when she felt it. A sharp sting across her left cheek. She stumbled sideways, catching herself against the wall.

Margaret stood behind her. Hand raised. Eyes blazing.

“How dare you,” she said. Low and sharp and shaking with anger. “How dare you stand there and talk to my son like you have any right to his time. Like you belong in this house.”

Sera pressed her hand to her cheek. It burned.

“You think those sixty days mean something?” Margaret stepped closer. “You think if you smile sweetly enough and make yourself useful enough he is going to choose you? Wake up, Sera. He just walked out of that door with the mother of his child. That is his real life. You are a problem he is waiting to get rid of.”

Sera lowered her head.

Her cheek throbbed.

Her hands were trembling at her sides.

She pressed her lips together tightly and said nothing. Because she knew that if she opened her mouth right now, what came out would not be calm. And she could not afford to lose herself. Not here. Not with so many days still left.

Margaret stared at her for a long moment. Then she turned and walked away.

Sera stood alone in the hallway, hand still pressed to her face.

“Okay,” she whispered to herself. Just that one word.

She straightened up. She walked upstairs. She went into her room and sat down at the edge of her bed and looked at the floor for a while.

Then she stood up.

She opened the wardrobe.

She had been saving this dress. She had not let herself think about it too much because thinking about it meant hoping, and hoping too much had always cost her. But tonight was the business award dinner. Tonight Elliot had asked her to come. As his wife.

The dress was deep green. Simple in the way that only expensive things could be simple. It had belonged to her mother once, altered slightly to fit Sera’s frame years ago. She had never worn it anywhere that mattered.

Until tonight.

She laid it carefully on the bed.

She sat back down beside it and ran her fingers lightly over the fabric.

“Help me,” she said softly. She was not sure who she was talking to. Her mother, maybe. Or just the quiet. “Help me get through tonight without falling apart.”

She was ready by six thirty.

She stood in front of the mirror for a long time.

The dress fit the way her mother always said it would one day. Her hair was pinned softly at the back, a few loose pieces framing her face. Her makeup was light. Just enough. Her mother’s small gold earrings were in her ears.

She looked at her reflection and felt something unfamiliar move through her chest.

Not sadness.

Not fear.

Something quieter than both.

She picked up her small clutch and walked to the door.

Elliot was already in the hallway when she came out. He was standing by the staircase, phone in hand, jacket on. He heard her footsteps and looked up.

He went very still.

She walked toward him slowly, her eyes meeting his.

“Is it too much?” she asked. Her voice was steady but she felt the nervousness underneath it. “I can change if you want something more formal.”

He looked at her for a long moment without speaking.

“It’s fine,” he said. His voice came out quieter than usual. “Let’s go.”

They walked to the car without speaking. The driver held the door open and she slid in first. Elliot got in beside her.

The car pulled out of the gate.

Sera looked out the window at the passing street lights. She kept her hands folded in her lap. She kept her breathing even.

Elliot sat beside her in silence. But tonight he didn’t lean toward the opposite window the way he usually did. He sat still. Close enough that she could feel the warmth of him in the cool air of the car.

After a while, she reached over out of habit and adjusted the slight fold in his lapel.

Her fingers barely grazed the fabric.

She pulled her hand back quickly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

He didn’t say anything.

She looked forward again.

“Elliot,” she said after a moment, her voice low enough that only he could hear. “I just want tonight to go smoothly. I won’t embarrass you. I know what this dinner means for your company.”

He turned to look at her.

She was still looking forward. Her profile in the window light was calm and composed and quietly, heartbreakingly dignified.

“I know I’m not who you would have chosen to bring,” she continued. “But I will do my best. You have my word.”

Silence.

Then Elliot looked away.

“Don’t make promises,” he said quietly. “Just be there.”

The car slowed as they pulled up to the venue. Through the window, Sera could see the entrance. Lights. People. Cameras waiting near the door.

The driver came around and opened her door first.

She stepped out.

She straightened her dress. She lifted her chin.

And then she felt Elliot’s hand. Warm. Firm. His fingers closing around hers before she had even turned to look at him.

She looked down at their joined hands.

Then up at him.

His expression gave nothing away. But he didn’t let go.

“Stay close,” he said simply.

She nodded.

They walked toward the entrance together.

The cameras started clicking almost immediately.

And from somewhere near the entrance, half hidden behind a pillar, a figure watched them. Still. Silent.

Nicole.

Her eyes were fixed on their joined hands.

And the look on her face was not anger.

It was something far more dangerous than that.