Flora’s POV
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across my bedroom. I should get up, get dressed, maybe even go downstairs but I don’t. I can’t. The thought of facing anyone in this house makes my stomach turn.
I pull my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around myself for comfort. My phone sits beside me on the bed, and I glance at the screen. Jessica should be here soon. I called her early this morning, needing someone to talk to.
A soft knock at the door startles me.
“Come in,” I call, my voice weaker than I’d like.
Jessica steps inside, her expression unreadable. I don’t waste any time. “Stanley wants a divorce.”
I watched her closely, searching for a reaction, but she didn't look shocked. She doesn’t gasp or even blink in surprise.
I narrow my ey
