craped against the expensive ceramic plate. He che

taurant in Manhattan. Across from him, his friend Zev Kagan wa

s brain kept replaying th

t a d

It was absurd. She had everything. She had his nam

He tapped his fork ag

You have been staring at

lass of red wine and took a long swallow.

me noise

s chair. A knowing sm

, I assume? Let m

ne of the few people who knew

aded. He lowe

rotection, flagged that your wife is a regular pati

adjusted his cuffs, pul

. Another way to burn my

n. Maybe you should take it seriously.

a cold, dis

beautiful, quiet accessory. If she has f

ed it. He refused to let Zev see that Day

wooden door of the private

interruption. He opened his mou

ing room through the open doorway. His g

s stoppe

coat she had on this morning. But her face was complete

was no

e man leaned in, pouring wine into Dayami's

at rush straight to his head. T

demanding a divorce. And now she was here, la

line of sight. Zev l

at is une

of his wine glass. The thin cr

st. She wanted a divorce. She had a new man. She was secu

sy and rage mixed into a toxic sludge in his veins

to do?" Zev asked,

kept his eyes fixed on the

man smile

aped loudly against the floorboard

said. His voice wa

s strides were long and purposeful. H