Chapter 84

It’s Sara. Luke’s ex-wife. She’s standing right in front of me, dressed in a faded hoodie and jeans, her hair unwashed, sticking out from under the hood in unruly strands. There’s a gash on her forehead, faint but unmistakable. It looks a few days old, the bruising a dull yellow-brown. “What do you want, Sara?” I ask. Her lips curve into something that might’ve been a smile if it weren’t for the bitterness behind it. “Is that how you greet your friends? You once bought me a meal.” “Is that why you came? Because you’re hungry?” Her face hardens, as if I’ve physically slapped her. “I’m fine, thank you,” she says. “I came because you seem like a nice person. I mean, the few minutes I spent with you were pleasant.” I cross my arms, narrowing my eyes. Pleasant. She must’ve forgotten the part where I chased her through the streets. But fine, let’s go with pleasant. “And?” I say, not bothering to hide my irritation. Sara takes a breath. “I heard somewhere that you were getting divorced today.