Adrian had signed it without concern.
Men like Adrian never imagine rules will one day apply to them.
I removed my wedding ring.
Placed it beside my untouched plate.
He stared at it.
“What are you doing?”
I stood.
Picked up my purse.
Then looked around the table.
Eleanor.
Thomas.
Sophie.
Finally Adrian.
“Ending this.”
Adrian laughed nervously.
“We’ve been married one day.”
I opened the dining-room door.
“That’s already too long.”
Then I looked back.
“And Adrian?”
“What?”
