YENA
“Can we talk?”
I nodded as Nolan walked into my studio. I’d been pacing the room, looking at all my stuff, thinking about how I couldn’t take it all with me when I left.
I sat on the couch. Nolan followed me and it looked like he thought briefly about taking a seat beside me, but then he sat down in a chair across from me instead.
“I just talked to my mother. She has a plan for how we’ll move forward with…”
It annoyed me that he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“The divorce?” I asked. My voice came out sounding even sassier than I expected.
He gave me a blank look. I might have stunned him a little.
What did he expect? To serve me divorce papers out of nowhere, and have me be happy about it? How could I not be angry?
“She wants us to take some time apart, starting no
