leave.
Only consequences.
He looked at me again.
“You planned all this in two days?”
“No,” I said.
“I spent two days accepting what you had been showing me for two years.”
His voice cracked.
“Claire, please.”
That was the first time he had used that word.
Please.
I rested one hand over my stomach.
On the train, I had imagined revenge as humiliation.
Watching him now, I understood something better.
Real revenge was removing his ability to hurt me again.
“You should call your lawyer, Daniel.”
Then I turned
