The room stayed quiet after I said it. “I want a divorce."
Jacob's face did not break. He looked surprised, the way a man looks when a plan slips. “You don't mean that," he said. “You're upset."
“I am upset," I said. “And I mean it."
Grace drew in a breath, ready to scold. Jacob lifted a hand without looking at her. “Mother, take Camila downstairs," he said. “Give us a minute."
Camila's eyes went wet. She hovered near Jacob's sleeve, close but not touching, like she was afraid of being blamed and wanted to be seen as brave. A tear fell to her mouth. She bit it like it surprised her.
I watched without moving. I did not change my face.
Grace guided Camila toward the door. Camila looked back twice, making sure Jacob saw her do it. The door shut. The room felt larger.
Jacob pulled the c
