(Aurora's POV)
I was home when it came through.
I read it standing in my kitchen, still in my work clothes, a glass of water in my other hand. I stared at the screen for a moment.
Then I typed back: *Sure.*
I set the phone face-down on the counter and went to change.
The next afternoon, at the time we'd agreed on, I sent him a different message.
*Something came up. Can we reschedule?*
I imagined him reading it in whatever coffee shop or restaurant he'd chosen, already seated, already waiting. I felt nothing in particular about that.
He'd made me wait three years in that marriage. He could wait a few days now.
I was not in a hurry. I had never been the one in a hurry.
The next day, I cancelled again. A lab deadline. Very sorry.
The day after that, I had a prior commitment I could
