They remained there until the bathroom light flickered overhead and Ethan leaned against her shoulder.
Three months later, the divorce hearing took place in downtown San Diego.
Andrew arrived thinner, grayer, and wearing a suit that no longer seemed to belong to him.
Serena was absent.
According to Marcus, she had settled another business dispute quietly and relocated to Phoenix. According to Lydia, she was cooperating enough to protect herself and not enough to save Andrew.
Olivia wore navy blue.
Ethan stayed with Marcus.
The settlement proved cleaner than Olivia expected because Andrew possessed far less leverage than he believed. The marital home would be sold. Olivia would receive primary custody. Andrew would receive scheduled visitation after counseling and compliance with the legal restrictions connected to the investigation. Neither parent could introduce romantic partners to Ethan without written notice and a waiting period.
Andrew fought that provision until Lydia slid one page toward him.
It was the visitor log from the unit.
Serena’s name appeared twenty-six times over four months.
Andrew signed.
Afterward, he approached Olivia in the courthouse hallway while their attorneys remained several feet away.
For a brief moment, he resembled the man she had once married.
“Liv,” he said, “I lost everything.”
Olivia held her purse with both hands.
“No,” she replied. “You lost what other people were holding up for you.”
He flinched.
“I loved you.”
“I believe you loved being loved by me.”
His eyes reddened.
“Does Ethan hate me?”
“No.”
Relief appeared.
“But he does not trust you,” Olivia said. “That is different, and harder to repair.”
Andrew lowered his eyes.
For the first time since the gate, he did not argue.
“What do I do?”
Olivia studied him.
