Her voice sounded different.
Fragile.
Not the composed version she showed the world.
Not the version she showed me during custody exchanges.
The real version.
I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop.
But then I heard my name.
And I froze.
She was on the phone.
“…I don’t know what to do anymore.”
Silence.
Then:
“No, I haven’t told him.”
Another pause.
Her voice cracked.
“Because if I tell him, everything changes.”
I felt my stomach tighten.
The person on the other end said something I couldn’t hear.
Then Adanna laughed softly.
A sad laugh.
“Of course I still love him.”
My heart stopped.
For several seconds I couldn’t breathe.
The room suddenly felt too small.
Outside, rain tapped gently against the windows.
Inside, my entire world shifted.
“I know we’re divorced,” she whispered.
