>Mallory
"Let's get a divorce."
The words left my mouth evenly, but my body reacted before I could stop it. My throat tightened instantly, like something rough had scraped its way through. I swallowed, forcing the feeling down, even as my chest started to ache.
The office went quiet.
We were sitting on the sofa near the window, the low table in front of us already cleared.
The lunch containers I had brought earlier were stacked neatly to the side, wiped clean and packed away in the same manner as before. He had finished tidying them just moments ago, moving with the same calm focus he always had.
His hand stopped mid-motion.
Slowly, he straightened, resting his elbows on his knees. He didn't look at me right away. His jaw tightened, lips pressing together, then twitching slightly as if he wanted to speak.
Nothing came out.
The silence stretched between us.
I couldn't stay sitting.
