“Make you emotionally exhausted enough that the legal side becomes easier.”
Her fingers tightened slightly around the coffee cup.
“You really think that’s intentional?”
“Yes.”
“And if it’s not?”
“Then he accidentally created the exact same result.”
That answer sat between us for a second.
“You know what the worst part is?” she asked quietly.
“What?”
“I actually started thinking maybe it would be easier to let him keep everything.”
I leaned forward slightly.
“No.”
“There you go again.”
“Yes,” I said. “Because that thought process is exactly what they’re counting on.”
Her eyes stayed on mine briefly before she looked away again.
“I hate that you’re right.”
“You’ll survive it.”
“That sounded arrogant too.”
“Probably.”
This time she actually smiled.
Better.
She finished ha
